Herispeak

  “It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.” ―  Philip K. Dick,  VALIS Dear Diary,  I woke up in a strange house yet it was home. My new home. The sad thing was...I wanted my old home, I dreamt vividly of my old home, I wanted so badly to turn back the clock of time.  It wasn't' supposed to feel this way. Where was the romance? The skipping away into the sunset hands tightly held together? The picnics in the breathtaking meadows of life filled with a zillion daisies and clear blue skies? Where was the damn honeymoon? I deserved that at the very least...a few idyllic days of nothingness, lovemaking and amazing food? The happily ever after dreamy fairy-tale was nowhere to be found.  It was days after my traditional ruracio (dowry) ceremony. It had been a tough month with all the planning involved. For starters, it had come as a surprise to me. I knew that we were heading in that direction but my husband had always talked about 2022 which sounded too far a