My name is Ireland Delaney. I am a misunderstood woman. I am termed a bitch, an uncaring wife, lazy, sinister. Maybe I am those things. I go through this life feeling alone and misunderstood. I feel that if people truly understood me, they would not pass these judgments. I have learned, though, that people take things at face value. They do not see all that happens beneath.
I write because it clears my mind. It helps me put things into order. I also write because I know there are other women that are like me. Women who feel like no one "gets it". I get it. I have not yet learned what to do with it, but I do understand.
I have plans of grandeur that some day I can compile my best writings into a memoir. I fear that this day will be a long time off, since every story needs an ending and I struggle so much to find mine. Do I stay? Do I go? Do I change to accommodate the world and all the people around me? Do I stay true to myself and say "Fuck the world"?
My story may not yet have an ending, but I invite you to join me on the journey. Who knows, maybe some day I will be writing about the inspiration that came from you.
