Living beside a war veteran is a journey that most people will never fully understand. From the outside, it may look like a normal life—a home, a routine, shared responsibilities—but behind closed doors, there are invisible battles being fought every single day.
My husband carries the weight of his service long after taking off the uniform. His PTSD doesn’t clock out. It shows up in the middle of the night when he wakes up drenched in sweat from nightmares he can’t escape. It shows up in crowded places where his guard instantly goes up, scanning for danger that isn’t there. It shows up in moments that should be peaceful, yet somehow feel tense and unpredictable.
Sleep is something many people take for granted, but in our home, it’s a constant struggle. His insomnia means nights are long and restless. I often wake up to find him sitting in the dark, unable to quiet his mind. And when he does sleep, it’s fragile—easily broken by memories that refuse to stay in the past. Over time, the lack of rest wears on both of us, mentally and physically.
Then there are the migraines. They come without warning, stealing entire days from him. The pain is so intense that light, sound, even simple conversation becomes unbearable. I’ve learned to recognize the signs early, to dim the lights, to keep the house quiet, to do whatever I can to bring him even a small amount of relief. But sometimes, nothing helps, and all I can do is sit beside him, feeling helpless.
His physical pain is another constant presence. It’s in the way he moves, the way he braces himself before standing, the quiet grimace he tries to hide. It’s not just discomfort—it’s a daily reminder of what his body has endured. There are days when even the simplest tasks feel like mountains, yet he still tries, pushing through more than anyone should have to.
The stomach issues add another layer to this reality. There are foods he avoids, days when he can’t eat, moments when pain interrupts even a quiet meal. It’s unpredictable and frustrating, and it chips away at his quality of life in ways that are hard to explain to others.
As his wife, I’ve learned to adapt, to anticipate, to support—but also to carry my own emotional weight. Loving someone who is hurting means you hurt too, in a different way. It means being strong when they can’t be, patient when things feel overwhelming, and understanding even when you don’t fully understand.
But through all of this, I also see his strength. I see the man who continues to fight every day, not on a battlefield, but within himself. I see his resilience, his courage, and his determination to keep going despite everything stacked against him.
This life isn’t easy. It’s filled with challenges that many will never see. But it’s also filled with love, loyalty, and a deep respect for the sacrifices he has made—and continues to make.
Being the wife of a veteran means standing beside someone who has given so much, and choosing, every day, to walk this path together—no matter how difficult it may be.
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Where Lust is Over Love
As an empath, I feel deeply for other people and their stories. I watch a young lady get proposed to online and everything seemed like it was great for them. As her boyfriend always boasts about what a great woman she was and how he loved her deeply. To the point he would die for her. I craved that type of love, so I followed their story.
He found out she was cheating on him, but instead of breaking up with her, he started cheating as well. They both were cheating on each other. Two weeks after proposing to her, he left her for the other girl because she said she was pregnant. Of course, it’s embarrassing and devastating to put all of this information online.
He carried on about how the woman he claimed he would die for was a burden on him. He continued to talk about how she needs to work on herself because every man that comes into her life doesn’t stay. He continued to berate her on social media for everyone to see. He carried on about how he confronted multiple men about her and fought over her countless times. I thought it was over for good at this point.
I continued to follow their story and come to find out, the girl that was supposed to be pregnant lied to break them up. Now they are all learning valuable lessons about life. They were both wrong and now they’re both without a home, love, and income because of the drama that continued to pour over ever week.
What would you do in this situation?
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This is on me
Every decision I make, I take ownership for. I wake up everyday and realize, today is on me. What I do today is on me. The people I choose to be around is on me. The relationships I put myself in have been on me. This all led up to it all being on my shoulders. Sure I’d like someone to take the load off but somehow, I give off this energy that I got it all under control, so I have no choice but to handle it. No complaint while in the moment …I just put my head up, instead of down and handle it.
Of course I shouldn’t have to do it all alone but if I don’t no one will do it or I am considered the angry black women when I demand or ask for the same things over and over and over again…outside of business. It’s really baffles me that my feelings and emotions are considered anger but when it comes to getting it done and seeing the results, it’s somehow inspiring and powerful to watch me do it alone. It’s draining and overwhelming. I’m not carrying no one else on my back but my children, I’ve learned a life long lesson. All these hidden agendas, secrets and non sense I put up with while I was working to make me is done. I enjoy my silence and being alone because I KNOW, it’s all on me!
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Chronicles of an Empath…
The heart of an empath works harder than feeling…
The thoughts entering my concise aren’t mine,
It’s hard to decipher who needs healing
As I drive myself to the point of insane
Trying understand why I can feel what is unheard or seen.
I quiet myself to hear my own thoughts
Observe my surroundings so that I can seek out who sought,
To vibe so strongly on the same frequency.
The job of an empath is to make that person seen!
Make them aware, you’re not alone and with comfort
If you ever need a ear to confess
Confide, I am open
Strong enough to heal myself as I watch you
An empath that demands nothing more than self love from you.
Speaking from experience, it never goes away but it gets a little easier to live each day.
One day at a time, one minute at a time, heal yourself and drop off the pain.
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Out Growing
It’s okay to outgrow people and move forward, the world is made the way. The universe is designed that way to keep evolving and changing. We are not made to just settle and think it’s okay. You’re not supposed to ensure you happiness in the hands of someone else. Self love is knowing what’s best for you and also doing what is best for you.
I’ve been caught up in so many relationships and friendships, where I feel used and end up hurt. I end up blaming myself but I didn’t stop the pattern. I tend to pick people who do just enough to be around me to fulfill their agenda. I wish to be around people who will elevate me.
I can’t stand being around people who talk and don’t do anything anymore. I can’t be around people who don’t want nothing anymore. I can’t have that energy on me. I got to a point I stay away from people. Their interest aren’t mine, and it’s okay to stop coming around and focus on you. This is part of loving yourself. This is part of your growth and believing in you. This is your journey!
-Hearttress, Love More, Hate Less!
Growth and Comfort do not Coexist.
_Ginni Rommety
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Why You
You asked me “”why you”?
It stuck to me, like my skin, like the melanin that flowing freely
and the pain I endure and relive.
Like the doubt and rejection that could stop me dead in my tracks.
I tried to answer but words can not really handle the explanation of that.
Why YOU!?
You’re my constant, my love letter and fantasy my mind fights and tries to dissolve.
You’re the one who wins, or is the idea of you that has flawed?
Is it like something I never had, or are you just a combination of everything I am into?
The level of intimacy goes beyond sexual encounters.
I could have cried when you asked me, but resilience holds too much power.
Why you…
I dont understand myself sometimes, and I study the feeling.
I think I am married to your power,
like you’re something that is in my fingertips, steps, and actions,
my conscious just won’t allow me to let go.
Like I love deep and hard, that’s the heart in me.
Yet, still head strong and stubborn,
Like I can move on with life, and see you happy with someone else and still be there for you.
Like you’re family or like I have an obligation to you.
Like if your water nurtured me, I’d grow weak.
Kind of gives me Hancock vibes,
Like we will never end, but we don’t have a foundation to live on through.
It’s your conversation, upbringing, and heart.
I remember everything when it comes to you.
I can feel how good of a person you truly are.
You blind my pain,
like life doesn’t exist and I have to snap out of it.
Like a good book or movie, I’m in it with you.
I can be in the worst predicament and smile when I think of your face.
My amazing grace in my smile, you know it, when I look at you.
You’re the muse to my art, and the power in my pleasure.
You’re my last chance to feel true love, I’ve chosen…
I’m Hearttress the heart collector.
I love to love and you’re my ultimate forever,
when I say it, I mean it. I’m that honest with myself.
You’re my why, I can live through content with life, no matter what you do. I’ll with time, forgive and we’ll grow from it…better!
I love you…
-Hearttress, from the book Poetically Loving Me, coming soon!
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Rough Drafts
Author & Poetically Speaking with Art 