Böcker av Pamela Buchanan

After speaking from my heart and providing my husband with my real feelings. I could see from the expressions on his face that his ego had just been shattered into pieces. He never had to suffer from knowing my love could vanish away at an instance due to his cheating behaviors. I never expressed feelings of entrapment in our marriage either. And I sure didn't express my thoughts of us going nowhere. I would just sit back and let him do him. But to be honest, my marriage for years has reminded me daily of a demolition ball swinging into a building. And once the ball made contact, all the bricks of the structure came tumbling down not knowing where they would land. The only difference is, these bricks in my marriage landed right where they were supposed to. Leaving Derrick and I trapped in a pile of broken people and situations trying to squirm our way out. But unfortunately, because our structure was destructed by a ball, we can't get rid of. We can't do anything but accept a reality of staying trapped, right in the pile of rubbish we put ourselves in. Better yet, we may even have to push and maneuver ourselves around for the very people we said we loved but showed them different. It may even get so hectic, that our marriage may look to be going in the wrong direction. But could it actually allow us to live happily ever after? Who's to say. Maybe or maybe not! So, we think!

"No! No! It can't be! Get Up! Get Up! Oh my God! Lord, why! Wake up! Please wake up! Babe, I need you because I still love you!" Sheryl cried out as I held the sheet in my hands. With tear-stained eyes, Sheryl looked at me and stated, "Put it back down! Please, put it down!" Covering his face back up, I took Sheryl's hand and assisted her back to her feet. Staring at each other, we began to embrace. I could feel the hurt within Sheryl by the way she held onto me. Her body trembled and her moans grew in volume. As long as I have known Sheryl, I have never saw her in this manner. She always appeared to handle everything well. To see her in such a way, caused me to think about the day Derrick laid on the floor bleeding. I remember how my heart dropped and the feelings of life being over for us embarked my mind. I can only imagine her pain at this moment. The man she has loved since her teenage years, now gone forever. The secrets she kept had finally caught up with her and there will be no more lies she can tell!

Happily Ever After, So They Think! By Pamela Buchanan As my eyes opened, what I feared was now a reality. The voice I heard when I passed out, was the voice of the man who wore the black ring, and the clothing of the man on our home camera. I dare he come to the hospital, and he had just shot Derrick. Having palpitations from his presence. I tried to get up off the floor with Sheryl and the nurse's assistance. I was able to assume my balance and make it to a chair down the hallway. Could it really be my husband's killer gracing our presence? Some nerve he has. I thought he was his friend. Hell, I even thought he was my friend. It is true that the devil does come in all colors, shapes, and fashions. He may have fooled Sheryl, but he can't fool me. Love will make you do some crazy things. I can even testify to that because, love made me commit murder thinking it would allow me to live happily ever after. But, when you think about it, is it the love some kill for? Or is it the thrill of believing you've won? So, they think!