honea byrne

Do you know someone like this? Maybe you. Didn’t get what they wanted. Driven by a selfish need they give up on their life; rather than seeing how they placed their self in positions to get hurt they blame others. He focused so much on getting her that he obsessed and lost his job. I’ve had the worse day of my life. I want anything to relieve this pain. I can’t believe they fired me. All I could hear was their mockery saying things like “Romances and Finances." I look around the squared room. The faces blurring as my eyes are getting red. M y heart’s in my throat. My hands tremble. The room seems to be breathing. Getting smaller and bigger. I feel their eyes and voices persecuting me.  Like when someone relapses in Alcoholics Anonymous and comes back professing; and they’ll say patronizing “You remind me that it’s not gotten better out there.” “Better you than me.”  This is the worst day in my life. All that hard work. Years I’ve put in. All the money I made t

The main character finally gets in touch with his love and all is right again. Right? He goes to his job and, "_________ We need to talk now." Mrs. Stephenson stepped into my office. I had just put back up a picture of Carmelita and I that I took down two days ago.  "Okay, give me a few seconds I'm almost done with the report." I lied scrambling fast to pull up the document on my computer. " Now." I look behind me and she's in the hallway waiting on me.  I followed her down the hallways still thinking of how joyful I was to have my love back, although i was a slight bit paranoid.I had a slight bit of paranoia yet I was overjoyed to have her back. Everything was lined up. I had a reason to live. I’ve been at this job for a couple years now. Surely, all would be fine. I followed Mrs. Stephenson into the boardroom.  “You were supposed to meet this deadline. Are you aware how much money you costed us?” It’s the president of t

Missing his girl, who moved hundreds of miles away, he is filled with self-pity. He is at the last place he took her. While there, a pretty waitress he knew of in high school  hits on him hard. "Have'n't been hit on for years. I wondered why now Loh'Rd? Why did it happen so easily?  I paid the bill, Britney handed me the receipt back with her number on it. I drove all the way home waiting for Carmelita to call me back. When she didn't call me back I justified it as being a sign from the Loh'Rd that it was over and I was justified. Called Britney. twenty minutes later, after finding out that she has a toddler, who is asleep. She has pictures of her with a man in army fatigues, 'Oh that's my husband, he's way out of the picture now.'  The ceiling fan was chilling until I felt her body heat. I had gotten up the courage to wrap my arms around her as she was finding a cd to put in the sound system...To Billy Ocean singing " I used to thi