So, yesterday, November 18th, our stories were released for the whole world to see. I speak for the other ladies when I say I feel like I'm standing naked onstage at the Superbowl or the friggin' World Cup. We've exposed ourselves. We've exposed other women like us who like to pretend their marriage is just as beautiful as the picture that came with the frame they received as a wedding gift. They'll enjoy and empathize with our stories. They may even recommend the novel to their friends. Most likely, though, they won't tell their friends that they can relate to us. That their goody-two-shoes husbands have an affinity for head-butting them. Or that they think their husband is dick-tating with his secretary. Or that they KNOW their husband is having sex with the woman who "is like a sister" to him. It's okay. We understand. But a few brave women will join us on the stage. Naked. Accepting of our flaws. Determined to figure out how the heck we got to this point. Disgruntled. Yep, that's us. Look out world. Here we come.
"The Disgruntled Wives Club", a novel
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Friday, November 19, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Dana - Here & Now
Dear Diary,
I am so done with this marriage thing. I feel like I’ve been tricked into an unfair agreement. “Yes, I vow to put up with his shit forever.” The End. I think marriage should have a ninety-day guarantee with an option to purchase the 2-year replacement agreement. I would’ve paid the extra money for that license. I would’ve kept the receipt in my purse. I would’ve scanned it and placed the file on my external hard drive just in case I ever lost the receipt. For real.
I only say this because about a year into our marriage, Ric turned into a man who wouldn’t have even gotten a handshake out of me upon our first meeting. My hard-working provider turned into a man who simply went through the motions to bring home a check. My thoughtful gentleman who sent me flowers just because it was Tuesday became the inconsiderate jerk who only gave me flowers on Valentine’s Day because I gave him a hard time about it. He’s defective. He is not the man I said “I do” to.
One thing has been consistent, though. Sex. He couldn’t mess that up if he tried. No matter how ugly our arguments get, the lovemaking remains beautiful. And all in all, Ric has a good heart. He’s truly a good person. I just wonder if he’s the person for me.
I thought marriage was gonna be pure, be what the vows promised—like the song, “Here & Now.” Ric was supposed to look into my eyes and see happiness. He was supposed to see that he can’t live without me. Then I remembered Luther’s ass wasn’t married. He couldn’t have been singing about what married life is really like.
Come to think of it, maybe Luther was on to something. He did say “Here & Now”—not “There & Later.” I did feel mushy inside on our wedding day. Ric did look into my eyes and make promises he couldn’t keep. And he had me convinced that he would love, honor, and cherish me. He even said he would forsake all others. We kissed, and it felt magical—like I was Cinderella and he was Prince Charming. But he pledged those things for the moment, forgetting that at the end of the vow, he said he’d do it forever.
Oh well. Enough of comparing my life to a frigging song. Guess I’ll get off of here and prepare my lesson plans for tomorrow. Until next time…
© 2010 by Portia Cosby
I am so done with this marriage thing. I feel like I’ve been tricked into an unfair agreement. “Yes, I vow to put up with his shit forever.” The End. I think marriage should have a ninety-day guarantee with an option to purchase the 2-year replacement agreement. I would’ve paid the extra money for that license. I would’ve kept the receipt in my purse. I would’ve scanned it and placed the file on my external hard drive just in case I ever lost the receipt. For real.
I only say this because about a year into our marriage, Ric turned into a man who wouldn’t have even gotten a handshake out of me upon our first meeting. My hard-working provider turned into a man who simply went through the motions to bring home a check. My thoughtful gentleman who sent me flowers just because it was Tuesday became the inconsiderate jerk who only gave me flowers on Valentine’s Day because I gave him a hard time about it. He’s defective. He is not the man I said “I do” to.
One thing has been consistent, though. Sex. He couldn’t mess that up if he tried. No matter how ugly our arguments get, the lovemaking remains beautiful. And all in all, Ric has a good heart. He’s truly a good person. I just wonder if he’s the person for me.
I thought marriage was gonna be pure, be what the vows promised—like the song, “Here & Now.” Ric was supposed to look into my eyes and see happiness. He was supposed to see that he can’t live without me. Then I remembered Luther’s ass wasn’t married. He couldn’t have been singing about what married life is really like.
Come to think of it, maybe Luther was on to something. He did say “Here & Now”—not “There & Later.” I did feel mushy inside on our wedding day. Ric did look into my eyes and make promises he couldn’t keep. And he had me convinced that he would love, honor, and cherish me. He even said he would forsake all others. We kissed, and it felt magical—like I was Cinderella and he was Prince Charming. But he pledged those things for the moment, forgetting that at the end of the vow, he said he’d do it forever.
Oh well. Enough of comparing my life to a frigging song. Guess I’ll get off of here and prepare my lesson plans for tomorrow. Until next time…
© 2010 by Portia Cosby
Monday, October 11, 2010
Welcome to the Club (A Poem)
When I first started writing this novel, I ran across some old poetry that would be fitting for two of the characters. I wanted to include my poems in the book, but I refused to do so without a poem that related to Crystal. I hadn't written a poem in years, but I sat up in my bed and came up with this. Look for it and others in the book when it releases next month.
WELCOME TO THE CLUB
Welcome to the club of disappointment and lies
Where wedding rings and smiles are a part of the disguise
Where yes means no and no does, too
And communication no longer involves “us two”
Where boo-boo’s get kissed but never seem to heal
Where nerves become sensitive, but somehow never feel
Where your husband’s not your man
And your wife’s not your boo
And your best conversation takes place when you screw
Where the fire’s gone out and there’s nothing left but smoke
Where the busted antique lies that you refuse to admit is broke
Where time never flies and hearts don’t grow fonder
Where Facebook friends and Google maps lead to where you wander
Where closed mouths still eat and open ones do, too
Where you realize you’re an animal and you’re living in a zoo
Where vultures prey and dogs collect bones
Cats retract claws and black snakes moan
Where i’s don’t get dotted and t’s don’t get crossed
Where souls are given and common sense is lost
Where love is given and pain is returned
Where you escape from the heat or stay and let it burn
Portia A. Cosby
THE DISGRUNTLED WIVES CLUB (COMING SOON!)
WELCOME TO THE CLUB
Welcome to the club of disappointment and lies
Where wedding rings and smiles are a part of the disguise
Where yes means no and no does, too
And communication no longer involves “us two”
Where boo-boo’s get kissed but never seem to heal
Where nerves become sensitive, but somehow never feel
Where your husband’s not your man
And your wife’s not your boo
And your best conversation takes place when you screw
Where the fire’s gone out and there’s nothing left but smoke
Where the busted antique lies that you refuse to admit is broke
Where time never flies and hearts don’t grow fonder
Where Facebook friends and Google maps lead to where you wander
Where closed mouths still eat and open ones do, too
Where you realize you’re an animal and you’re living in a zoo
Where vultures prey and dogs collect bones
Cats retract claws and black snakes moan
Where i’s don’t get dotted and t’s don’t get crossed
Where souls are given and common sense is lost
Where love is given and pain is returned
Where you escape from the heat or stay and let it burn
Portia A. Cosby
THE DISGRUNTLED WIVES CLUB (COMING SOON!)
Sunday, October 10, 2010
"The Disgruntled Wives Club" Synopsis
“I agreed to ‘for better or for worse,’ but I need more “better” and some of that cherishing we spoke of. Can I review my contract, please?”
Dana Hall has been more than patient with Ric and his never-ending issues. She has supported his pipe dreams and bitten her tongue when he’s lost his jobs, but infidelity is inexcusable. When Ric adds the P.Y.T. from work, numerous text messages, and risqué emails to the stewing pot, he finds he has created a recipe for disaster. It’s his secret ingredient, though, that sends Dana over the edge.
“If love doesn’t hurt, why am I holding this ice on my jaw again? Did ‘until death do us part’ mean he’s going to kill me?”
Willow Townsend is torn. On most days, Vaughn could tutor Prince Charming in the art of being a good man. Then, there are the other days…She understands that a woman should be submissive to her husband, but is pretty sure the Bible didn’t mean for it to be achieved through violence. After Vaughn throws his worst temper tantrum ever, will she leave her convoluted fairytale or wait around for the happy ending?
“We said, ‘in sickness and in health,’ but… herpes? I was thinking cancer or kidney failure.”
Crystal Moss is married to R&B superstar, Dante. Due to the nature of his profession, she has adopted the “If I don’t see it, it isn’t happening” rule when it comes to groupies and cheating and found a way to cope with her lonely nights. When Dante gets sloppy and breaks one of their rules, the tabloids have a field day and Crystal is faced with a tough decision: kill him in his sleep or while he’s awake?
Dana Hall has been more than patient with Ric and his never-ending issues. She has supported his pipe dreams and bitten her tongue when he’s lost his jobs, but infidelity is inexcusable. When Ric adds the P.Y.T. from work, numerous text messages, and risqué emails to the stewing pot, he finds he has created a recipe for disaster. It’s his secret ingredient, though, that sends Dana over the edge.
“If love doesn’t hurt, why am I holding this ice on my jaw again? Did ‘until death do us part’ mean he’s going to kill me?”
Willow Townsend is torn. On most days, Vaughn could tutor Prince Charming in the art of being a good man. Then, there are the other days…She understands that a woman should be submissive to her husband, but is pretty sure the Bible didn’t mean for it to be achieved through violence. After Vaughn throws his worst temper tantrum ever, will she leave her convoluted fairytale or wait around for the happy ending?
“We said, ‘in sickness and in health,’ but… herpes? I was thinking cancer or kidney failure.”
Crystal Moss is married to R&B superstar, Dante. Due to the nature of his profession, she has adopted the “If I don’t see it, it isn’t happening” rule when it comes to groupies and cheating and found a way to cope with her lonely nights. When Dante gets sloppy and breaks one of their rules, the tabloids have a field day and Crystal is faced with a tough decision: kill him in his sleep or while he’s awake?
Emotional Rollercoaster
Anyone who has been in a serious relationship can relate to this. When love runs deep, we often drown in our emotions. Welcome to Dana, Willow, and Crystal's worlds. They each have their own emotional rollercoasters to ride. Dana is disappointed. Willow is prayerful. Crystal is over it. How do they know when enough is enough? Is enough ever enough?
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