Exclusive Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes Excerpt: Our DNA by Diane Morasco


I believed the best was yet to come
I believed there wasn’t anything we couldn’t get through
I believed in you and me
For eternity

Until you put your hands on me

I understood the abuse from your past
I came from one too
I understood how your parents succumbed to addiction
Poppin’ pills, liquorin’ up…and shootin’ up
As did you
I came from a household of boozin’ up
I wanted better
Thought you did too
I didn’t give in to the insidiousness of my DNA
But you did
And that was okay
‘cause I loved you unconditionally
And I reached out my hand for you to hold onto
And I believed you were more than the savages you came from

Until you choked me

I gave you my heart
My mind
My body
My soul
I believed you when you said
You did too
And I believed you when you said
I was the love of your life
I believed you when you said
You wanted to make me your wife

Until you almost killed me

I believed you when you said
You didn’t mean to do it
When you said it was a “blackout”
I wasn’t sure just what I believed
‘cause all I remember was shutting down
Praying this wasn’t really happening

I wanted so desperately for you to get well
All the while your drug addiction, violent outbursts and alcohol dependence took center stage
And made my world a livin’ hell
And I slipped further into the abyss

I cried
I prayed
I lashed out
I retreated
To a world I escaped to when I was a kid
Alone with my pets
Getting lost in the pages of a book
Or writing
As the tears froze
As my soul withered
And as my spirit started to perish

I stood by you when the vultures known as your DNA
Circled and swooped in
They didn’t like the way I responded to you putting your hands on me
They didn’t like how I called the cops and had you arrested
You didn’t like it either
You blamed me for your outbursts
You said I was the reason for it
The little girl inside was too shattered to cry
‘cause the man she loved was strangling the little boy she loved inside
The damaged little boy…you

I loved you unconditionally
Despite the fact I didn’t understand the world you came from
A mother, a father sticking needles in their arms
A sister not worthy enough to raise her kids
A little sister taking her clothes off for dollars
And a man so broken
He let the best thing to ever enter his life go
‘cause there was a sick, twisted comfort in the familiar
And he answered the call of the savages who share the same DNA

Copyright © 2016 by Diane Morasco

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Tough Journal Entry Saturday 9/17/16

fullsizerender-19As I come to the final laps of my journey writing my debut novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, I have been overwhelmed with emotions running the gamut from excitement to fear to gratitude to grief to joy to insecurity to pride to sadness to understanding and to acceptance. As some of you who know me – really know me – know I list things alphabetically in my writing and have for a long time. I do this because it flows better for me…and I am just that type of woman – Type A for ABSOLUTELY AWESOME. Pfft! Did ya really think I was going to write something else, cookie cakes? Aahhh, No! *grinning*

I wrote acceptance last because this is what I am slowly – like a turtle – growing into with the life my Creator gave me. And, sadly, there has been an abundance of tears on this path. In fact, my sinuses are getting ready to go on strike for all of the extra hours they have been working. Uh oh!

Last night, I had a few hours of incredible conversation with a friend, writing mentor and kindred talking about my DNA, the inspiration for TOUGH, the journey I have taken, where I am, where she is, life, tears, laughter, and me – the authentic Diane only a few have ever been invited to know. I am a reserved kinda gal. I come from a bloodline who really had no business raising me. My grandma was my saving grace and when she died – I was barely eight – I was shown what hell on earth was by the vultures who share my DNA. And I did what I do best – I retreated. Imagine a wounded animal left alone to fend for themselves. That is me. I just go off to be by myself to heal…or to die. I am blinking back the tears as I type this but a few have slipped though and yes, my sinuses are in a tizzy.

Something has been on my mind and in my heart about my paternal DNA for quite some time. I have shared this with only one person – my hero. Until last night. While writing Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes that something has
been whispering louder and louder for me to dig deeper. I have questioned the events surrounding my paternal DNA. I have come up emptied handed. And my ma’s DNA has kept their traps shut about him and the events surrounding the night I was conceived.

Which is why I will be asking my followers and my readers to join me in the search to finding out the truth surrounding my birth. My ma has gone to her grave never answering my questions, nor my pleads for information on who he really is. Sadly, the vultures who share or married into my DNA are still keeping their silence, which is so unlike them. Which has me wondering why they aren’t sharing what they know.

Am I scared? Ya bet your ass I am. I am afraid I may find out I wasn’t born from an act of violence, and a man who shares my DNA – my father – may have in fact been wrongfully accused of something he didn’t do. Which leaves me with an ache inside because I believe I am the result from a violent night between a disgusting monster and my mother. And that may not be the case at all. However, if he did, in fact, do what he was accused of, at least I have the answer my soul needs. All of the information will be inside the pages of my novel, Even Tough Women Crack Like Eggs Sometimes, so I hope you will join me in the search. With all my heart, cookie cakes, thank you. #DianeMorascosPaternalDNA

I will always be grateful to my grandma for saving my life, my hero for breathing life into my soul and Tanya R. Taylor for reminding me how precious my life is.

P. S. I am almost certain my DNA didn’t expect this day to arrive. And, I have no doubt Heaven and Hell will be battling as I navigate this terrain. Guess what? I am ready! Bring it!