Emily Bartlett
Stories (6/0)
Choosing What To Sea
There's a ship far off on the horizon, and all I can think about is who might be on it. Is it a boy and his dad who only get every other weekend together? Maybe they like to go out at sea so they can drown out the rest of the world, and just enjoy each other's company for what little time they have.
By Emily Bartlett3 years ago in Humans
Has Anybody Seen My Dignity?
My life is a sitcom. I say that because it's comical. At least once a day, others are laughing at my expense and I can eventually laugh along with them, but it takes a minute to get over the initial sting of whatever shameful thing I've done most recently. Every new embarrassment comes with a little joy ride down memory lane. It's super fun. I get to relive all of my very best bloopers, and reflect on how much of a train wreck I am.
By Emily Bartlett3 years ago in Confessions
How A Bottle Became My Therapist
It's been four years since I've even thought of a man as being anything other than invisible, let alone thought about dating one of them. I've gotten really good at being on my own, and I'm truly happy about that. The only reason I decided to be single in the first place was because I needed to know what it was like to be on my own. I needed to know who I was and what I wanted.
By Emily Bartlett3 years ago in Humans
How A Bottle Became My Therapist
It's been four years since I've even thought of a man as being anything other than invisible, let alone thought about dating one of them. I've gotten really good at being on my own, and I'm truly happy about that. The only reason I decided to be single in the first place was because I needed to know what it was like to be on my own. I needed to know who I was and what I wanted.
By Emily Bartlett3 years ago in Humans
A Feeling
There’s this feeling. One you get right before something terrible happens. You have this quiet moment where everything is numb and you’re not exactly sure what the terrible thing is, but you know it’s coming. This really devastating, life altering, terrible thing and there’s nothing you can do but wait for it to happen. You wait for it in stillness. Thinking that maybe if you don’t move, maybe don’t breathe it won’t hear you and it’ll leave you alone. Go on its way and be terrible for somebody else, but this kind of terrible doesn’t disappear no matter how frozen you remain. It calls you up in the voice of your husband and tells you that your single most favorite human will no longer be a part of your life, because she was sick and decided not to burden anybody with the details. She decided that she would leave without warning and to top it off, she called my husband just before. I know he was her son, but I was her best friend. Or, at least she was mine. I never had a mother growing up and that was fine with me because I didn’t know what I was missing, but she changed everything.
By Emily Bartlett3 years ago in Humans