Scarlett Price
Bio
I am a mom, and a domestic violence survivor. I love writing, reading, yoga, cake decorating and baking. I recently took up belly dancing. Writing is my passion and healing. Stay positive!
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Stories (55/0)
My Blue Eyed Baby,
My Blue Eyed Baby, The final decision is coming up for court on who gets custody. Your dad wants full custody, or 75/25. I want shared custody, to have you in a week on and off scenario. It’s been 11 months since we have been separated. It’s November of 2019. On December 9, 2018, shortly before midnight, I struggled with leaving. I held you in my arms as you slept peacefully. Your dad and I had been fighting. He told me, he knew I had plans to leave in the morning with you. He said it wouldn’t happen. I felt like I was out of options. I tried fixing us. I tried having conversations. Your mom felt that she couldn’t stay there with your dad. He was so upset with me before we went to bed, to hear about my plans to leave with you, while he was at work. It was the only way we could be free. Your daddy didn’t love me and we were making each other unhappy. You witnessed our fights, raised voices, tears, and sadness.
By Scarlett Price4 years ago in Families
I Want to Be Mom
I don’t know what else to do or what else I could say. My heart is heavy. My mind can’t stop thinking about the upcoming hearing. What is believed to be the last hearing. The final decision of who gets custody or what is in the best interest of Chandler.
By Scarlett Price4 years ago in Families
It Was Real
Have you ever kissed someone and electricity sparked? There was a time, his touch was like poison. A crippling way, making you pine for all of him. His brown eyes could calm you and undress you in the same moment. The world didn’t exist when we was around each other. His body close to mine, heartbeat to heartbeat. That feeling is so raw it scares the hell out of me but I crave more.
By Scarlett Price4 years ago in Humans
The Accident
Baby, we are about to crash. Buckle up and brace for impact. We knew this was coming. I tried talking to you before we arrived here. Raising of voices, the tears and sadness. It’s all closing in and my heart is breaking. Hands gripping tight, body tensing up ready for the blow. Tires screeching and glass shatters.
By Scarlett Price4 years ago in Poets
My Addiction
Hear me out before you start to judge and make assumptions. I was addicted to the pain, the lies and how he hurt me. I loved it so much it kept me going. Cryptic and morbid? it may seem so. Let me give you an inside look at the hell I’ve endured because I loved him so. Untouched and pushed to the side; it was normal for nine years. He didn’t know how to love me. I was his sex object and punching bag.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Families
Beautifully Broken
Beautifully Broken There are times when we need to break to find the light inside to shine like never before. Doctors' office and my hopes are high to get cleared to return to work. Weeks of passing out like those fainting goats. Seizures and bruises. Fear, panic, and those who care for me, watching helplessly as I go through something horrific. Iv drips, heart monitors, medications, catheterized, bed restrictions and feeling as if I was leaving this world.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Longevity
A Natural Need and Want for Sex
Men want sex. Some women want it just as much. It all comes down to satisfying your partner beyond physical and mental stimulation. Men desire a woman who can fulfill the basic needs of a relationship and fulfill other needs in the bedroom. If sex suffers, then the relationship suffers. I know you are thinking: Why should it suffer if I’m being a good partner?
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Filthy
Be an Artist
The art of a relationship comes in many forms. The heart is a masterpiece that should be admired by the painter, adorned like jewelry and valued at such a price, that the reward would be high for its return. Just like a valuable piece of artwork created by only one artist that it has to be put on display at the museum. You must take great pride in your work to reap the benefits.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Humans
My Dearest Son
My Dearest Son, I remember when we were always on edge with our nerves, worked to the max, uncertainty of when you were arriving. How the contractions hurt, and yet I just wanted to see your face. January and cold, it had been snowing off and on. Hours before we got to the hospital, I couldn’t sleep. We had false alarms and your dad wasn’t sure if this time was legit. I tossed and turned all through the night and the pain was unimaginable. Unknowingly, I dilated to a five before throwing in the towel; telling your dad to let’s go, it’s time.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Families
Dear Future Husband
Dear Future Husband, I hope this letter finds you in spirits of happiness. I’m unsure if we have met or when we will meet. I hope when the chance encounter happens, it’s a memory that never fades as time passes on. I’m writing to you to let you know that there is hope amongst all of the despair of feeling as if you're not enough. To disregard the feeling that it hasn’t worked out and you may not get it right. I wanted you to know I’ve been waiting and you're worth waiting for. I hope this letter will encourage you to have faith in love when it all seems to be lost in translation with others.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Humans
It’s a Love Story I Never Thought I’d Be Living
When we were kids, life was difficult for both of us. Oddly enough, we both thought about death. Things going on in our lives were difficult for us to manage, and being teens just made it harder. A chance meeting and everything changed for us. I was working a summer job at the library, and he just moved there. Where I worked at and where he lived was within walking distance. He needed to use the computer and I was at the front desk to offer assistance.
By Scarlett Price5 years ago in Humans