Laughing, smiling, sharing experiences, and growing closer as a family sounds so enticing, especially to those coming from toxic families. Growing up on a diet of television and movies meant constant exposure to those elements. Yet, what can a young developing mind do in this scenario?

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Dreaming of the perfect family, an illusion brought about by a constant barrage of films and television on an impressionable soul. Raining facades of caring families cherishing and loving one another. Failing to realize, they’re all lies fabricated in a studio built on lies and deceit. …

Fumbling my way through the folly of youth, I found myself constantly making mistakes. By seeking the approval of individuals who didn’t matter, I hurt the people closest to me without remorse. Little did I know that these mistakes would eventually come back to haunt me, and karma, well she was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. But, in my path for forgiveness, I failed to realize what was happening around me. To witness how my actions became unforgivable to those I loved.

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Throughout my life, I have stolen, cheated, lied, betrayed, and hurt others (inadvertently, or otherwise)…

Quietly contemplating the horror of losing the bond I so deeply share with my child, I peer into the starry skies above the Pacific Ocean. Marveling in the beauty of the cosmos while deliberating about my own mortality, thoughts of him fill my mind.

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After all of my military experience, nothing else in this world terrifies my soul more than the fear of being hated by my son. …

“Love your parents, they gave life to you”. “Quit talking that way about your mother, you know she loves you”. Words uttered with a twinge of sadness by my grandmother, as I argued about my mother’s toxic influence in our lives. The one person that I trusted to protect me in my family was encouraging me to conceal my true feelings through religious and moral arguments.

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How could she expect me to pretend to love someone that manages to give me reasons to grief and worry?

But, as her words echoed through my mind, I wondered to myself… how many…

Zombies, Lickers, Mr. X, and a plethora of other nightmares haunt the empty hallways of the Raccoon City Police Department (RCPD). But, these horrors pale in comparison to Chief of Police Brian Irons, the psychotic taxidermist secretly working for Umbrella. Under his rule, the police forces in Raccoon City were forced to take ludicrous measures to protect their cache of weapons and munitions. Strangely, the officers in the precinct simply followed his instructions with no indications of concern of dissent of any sort. But, is this a logical response from people trained to handle hostile situations on a semi-regular basis…

“Shut the f*ck up, you’re my problem, stop being so annoying, I don’t need you”… were the words that I uttered to my wife on a regular basis. Neglect, and abuse were the daily bread of our home, yet I felt helpless to stop it. Sincerely wishing it could have been better, I spent countless nights tossing and turning in our bed. But, there were demons in our home and while some would blame the bottle as the root of their problems, we… no I didn’t have such an excuse. …

America, the so-called land of the free. What an ironic title for the country with the largest prison inmates in the world, isn’t it? A land where people are free to be themselves as long as they conform to what others define as “normal”. Definitions based on: bias, prejudice, obsolete laws, and founded on the scriptures of an outdated manuscript. A land where topics such as sex-ed, rape, victimization are enough to sentence another to the loss of their freedom. …

Gunfire, explosions, and screams filling the battlefield as soldiers die on both sides of the conflict. Struggling to survive, the warriors fight harder, pushing themselves to the limit as their comrades systematically fall beside them. When the battle is finished, the combatants search for survivors, wounded warriors who were fortunate enough to survive, but just barely alive. They might be thinking the nightmare has finished, but in fact it has only just begun. The true terror begins with the flashbacks, memories, and post traumatic stress disorder that brings them to the brink of self-destruction.

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We are there for you…

Suicide, one of the leading causes…

My wife can’t be a lesbian, can she? Incredulously, I repeated these words in my head as passionate memories of love, sex, and affection flooded through my mind. Furiously denying the events that were unfolding right in front of my eyes, I kept wishing they simply weren’t true. But, reality is a cold mistress and we were having a battle that I was not meant to win.

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“I want a divorce” were the words that she uttered after a decade of dating and marriage, “but, why?” I asked with a look that could be described as a mixture of confusion…

Life sucks, almost everyone knows that and it shows! From a crazy president to perpetual poverty, and even countries whose people live on the brink of starvation on a daily basis. Needless to say, our world is insane, but somehow we continue to survive!? Just how do we deal with it without going mad? Well, we try our best really (sometimes unsuccessfully). Yet, now that I have your attention, please allow me to introduce myself and give you a warm welcome to my new blog.

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That’s me!

My name is Emmanuel Barbosa and this is my first article on this particular website…

Dash The Bomber

A Puerto Rican father, sailor, writer with a penchant for life, I base my stories on personal experiences and a jaded outlook in life. Follow me on Twitter & FB

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