Deborah Portillo
Bio
I’m just an amateur writer, expressing my hopes, dreams, and nightmares for all to read. A lot of my short stories come from nightmares, while my poems are expressed from hopes, dreams, and feelings.
Stories (40/0)
Four-Legged Children
I was not always a cat person. In fact, my first cat was an exotic black cat. Her name was Midnight, and she totally disliked me. After the distaste for one another I found her a new home. However, I wish I had never did that. Since Midnight I have owned a few other cats, and have grown mighty attached to each and every one of them. I have also enjoyed their company as well. I currently have four perfect loves, a tabby, two Maine Coons, and a Calico. All four have different personalities, and I enjoy every single one of them. The one thing they have in common, the love of mint catnip flavored treats. Prior to these four-legged babies, I had two other cats. A tabby and Coon mix which I had to give up to a foster family due to divorce, and allergic relatives. I have got back on track and adopted these lovely pretties.
By Deborah Portillo6 years ago in Petlife
Addiction Love
In today’s day and age, it's hard to find true love. Someone once told me I had to kiss a thousand frogs before I found my prince. I only kissed a few before I found him, only he was younger then I was, and I had just ended a long term relationship. As time passed, I thought about him every so often, even after he had found someone. I felt as though he had always been dedicated. Around the age of 13, he would go out of his way to ask me if his aunt and I were going out. Of course, for me, the awkwardness was that I was 19 years old and not quite into breaking hearts of little boys of that age. It wasn't until he was about 24 years old that I got the chance to see him again; see how handsome of a guy he had grown into. Even then, he'd go out of his way to chat with me. He'd even ask me out every time I'd see him after that. However, I always turned him down. I didn't want to ruin the long term friendship I had with his aunt. It was around this time I started thinking of him every so often. I went two years without seeing him at any of the parties she'd invite me to. I even stopped going after a while to any of the parties. It felt as though I was alone, just sitting there with no one to talk to. My friend would be busy hosting her party, which is understandable. I had gotten invited to one of her parties and I was able to convince my kids to go. Something that night, while I was getting ready, told me to look my best. Who knew that one day he'd become my prince? I wish I could show him my past, my past pain, and the happiness that no one knows of; the happiness I hide from most to see, because I don't want anyone to take it from me. He resides in some of those areas. He is the reason for some of my happiness.
By Deborah Portillo6 years ago in Humans
Married to an Addict
My husband has broken his sobriety. I'm in a relationship where assumptions of cheating, lying, being delusional, belittling, being crazy, and only God knows what else are placed upon me. My past is used against me. My words are twisted and flipped against me to justify his actions. I constantly cry of loneliness because he's never home. It started with middle of the night sneak outs after I'd fall asleep. Now he just lies and says he'll be right back, which turns into hours. Lately it has turned to overnight, and some overnights have turned into mid-day. I have had to hide my car keys because he'll take off in my car after I fall asleep, or he'll sneak my car keys off the key hook. Now it's to the point to where in order to avoid arguing with him, I just give him the damn keys. However, doing so leaves me home with no car to go anywhere, sometimes he even takes my house keys; locking me inside our gated property.
By Deborah Portillo6 years ago in Humans
Red Flag Date
Have you ever been encouraged to go on a blind date? Maybe you were merely pressured to join an online dating site, because you friends felt as though you were alone on the weekends while your children were spending their weekends with their father.
By Deborah Portillo6 years ago in Humans