I have this constant feeling that nothing is real. You know that feeling where you wonder if you are actually dreaming and if your life is actually something completely different than what you thought it was. I guess that is not exactly the way I am feeling. One moment ago I was just celebrating my high school graduation, now I am sitting in the library of a college I do not even remember applying to. Mom says that forgetting things comes with age but I am pretty sure that people do not just forget five years of their life just like that.
The biggest problems arise when I forget my own husband's name. I do not even remember him, let alone getting married. And I do not remember carrying a human baby inside me for nine months. I remember the night of my high school grad so vividly and then nothing. A complete blank. I think my husband's name is Kevin, yes, that has to be it. It is hard to see him look so disheartened every time I make it obvious that I do not remember some important piece of our relationship. It was just yesterday that he came home and told me that he had made it into medical school, I congratulated as though he was an acquaintance.
Then, there is my son, Logan. I do not even recognize his cry. I will often think to myself, "can't that mother quiet her child," before realizing that I am the mother and he is my child. I feel being a mother right now is more responsibility than I can handle. Its true, I forget to bring essentials with me, like diapers or bottles. Then there was that time I actually left him at the park, it was only five minutes before I realized I was missing the stroller, but still I forgot him. When that happened I became convinced that I switched places with somebody else because there was no way that this could be my life right now. I mentioned my theory to Kevin and he insisted that I was the same person. I have spent a lot time staring at my reflection, and I see me, only older. It always surprises me because I still expect to see my seventeen year old self. There is one key thing missing from my memory from that night, my grad night, I can feel it. Oh wait-
Maribeth stirred in her sleep. A concerned mother sat up and a family rushed to gather around a hospital bed. Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and a muffled question escaped a seventeen year old girl's lips.
"Hey honey," Marybeth's mother squeezed her hand, "don't try to talk, just rest."
Maribeth looked around the campus of her new school. She was finally a college freshman. She stared at the map in her hand with a puzzled expression.
"Need help?" She looked up and saw a young man looking over her shoulder.
She smiled and nodded, "that would be awesome. I'm Maribeth, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Maribeth," he took the girl's hand, "I'm Kevin."
"Nice to meet you too."
A/N: This was a piece from Cafe Chi that did over a month but I was having lots of problems with my computer (still am) and so did not post it at the time. Not my best piece of writing but I feel like this little passage has some potential should I ever choose to do something more with it.
The biggest problems arise when I forget my own husband's name. I do not even remember him, let alone getting married. And I do not remember carrying a human baby inside me for nine months. I remember the night of my high school grad so vividly and then nothing. A complete blank. I think my husband's name is Kevin, yes, that has to be it. It is hard to see him look so disheartened every time I make it obvious that I do not remember some important piece of our relationship. It was just yesterday that he came home and told me that he had made it into medical school, I congratulated as though he was an acquaintance.
Then, there is my son, Logan. I do not even recognize his cry. I will often think to myself, "can't that mother quiet her child," before realizing that I am the mother and he is my child. I feel being a mother right now is more responsibility than I can handle. Its true, I forget to bring essentials with me, like diapers or bottles. Then there was that time I actually left him at the park, it was only five minutes before I realized I was missing the stroller, but still I forgot him. When that happened I became convinced that I switched places with somebody else because there was no way that this could be my life right now. I mentioned my theory to Kevin and he insisted that I was the same person. I have spent a lot time staring at my reflection, and I see me, only older. It always surprises me because I still expect to see my seventeen year old self. There is one key thing missing from my memory from that night, my grad night, I can feel it. Oh wait-
Maribeth stirred in her sleep. A concerned mother sat up and a family rushed to gather around a hospital bed. Chocolate brown eyes fluttered open and a muffled question escaped a seventeen year old girl's lips.
"Hey honey," Marybeth's mother squeezed her hand, "don't try to talk, just rest."
Maribeth looked around the campus of her new school. She was finally a college freshman. She stared at the map in her hand with a puzzled expression.
"Need help?" She looked up and saw a young man looking over her shoulder.
She smiled and nodded, "that would be awesome. I'm Maribeth, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, Maribeth," he took the girl's hand, "I'm Kevin."
"Nice to meet you too."
A/N: This was a piece from Cafe Chi that did over a month but I was having lots of problems with my computer (still am) and so did not post it at the time. Not my best piece of writing but I feel like this little passage has some potential should I ever choose to do something more with it.