Author Kevin Swarbrick

  I choose love “The Control They Tried to Take Even After Jen had Gone” What family means From the very beginning, there were signs of manipulation. Not the obvious kind, the quiet kind. The kind that creeps in through threats, pressure, and people acting like they have authority over your life when they don’t. When Jennie passed, I said what any fiancé would say: I wanted Jennie to have dignity. A coffin. A proper goodbye from the home Jennie lived in. But instead of support, I got accused of “taking control.” As if wanting to honour the woman I love with the best send off was some kind of power move, it's called wanting to live by our plans we made, the wishes we made, and they want to destroy that too. The truth? I had to run every single detail past them. Every choice. Every decision. Even the speech. And when they handed me their version of the speech, the one they wrote, they made me sound like I was nothing. Like I was just some roadie who happened to be around. Eleven yea...

“The Noise Around Me, But It's Love That's Grounds Me!”  “The Noise Around Me when there's only Jennie in my mind, The Love That Grounds Me” I’ve watched fake friends disappear, fake family disappear, but this is another level, they call it gang stalking... I’ve watched silent watchers sit on my pages, taking everything in but offering nothing back. I’ve watched people who barely knew us try to control the narrative of our life together. I’m tired. I’m hurt. I’m angry. I'm heartbroken, I’m still grieving the woman who is my world. But here’s the truth that none of them can erase: Jennie loved me. Jennie lived with me. Jennie built over 11 years of her life with me. Jennie chose me. No amount of hacking, deleting, or rewriting documents will ever change that. The boys have been fantastic all the way through this, even though they to had threats and people trying to manipulate them too, they know where the love is, that's our home and not with the outside nose, an...

Talent can’t be stolen. Creativity can’t be hacked. A gift can’t be copied. Writing, singing, creating, published novels, published books, all our creative sides, those things come from inside a person. They come from lived experience, from emotion, from truth. They come from a place the people behind all this simply don’t have access to. And that’s why they’ve tried so hard to tear it down. Jealousy is a powerful thing. It makes people bitter. It makes people reckless. It makes people do disgusting things like trying to destroy someone else’s life's, their work because they can’t create anything of their own, they lack empathy, and smile in your face. Jennie and I saw that for all these years. People watching from the side-lines, wanting what we had but never willing to put in the heart, the time, the soul it takes to build something real. People who couldn’t stand the fact that we had talent, connection, creativity, things they couldn’t fake, no matter how many accounts they hack...

   Choosing Love Over Noise: I Miss Jennie so much, my love doesn't stop. There are days when the world feels loud, too loud. People shouting for attention, people twisting stories, people trying to drag me into battles I never asked for whatsoever. And for a long time, I let myself get pulled into it. I fired back, defended myself, defended Jen, defended what we built. I thought I had to. I thought silence meant surrender, but it doesn't. I miss Jennie every second, every minute, everyday. It hits in waves, just simple memories, Missing someone you truly loved isn’t a weakness for others to take advantage of, it’s proof that what you had was real. And what we had was real in every sense of the word. Jennie wasn’t perfect, and neither was I, but together we built a home filled with love. Not the kind of home you find on a map, the kind you feel in your chest. The kind that makes the world outside make no sense. The kind that stays with you long after the person is gone, you ca...

Jennie Bonita                https:amazon.com/Jennie-Bonita-Bed-Time-Stories There are moments in life that split you in two, the person you were before, and the person you’re forced to become after. Losing my fiancée,  Jennifer Ann Mason ,  Jennie Bonita,'  after more than eleven years together, was that moment for me. People talk about grief like it’s a process, a journey, a set of stages you move through. But when you lose the person who was your home, your routine, your laughter, your future, your world, your everything, … It isn’t a process. It’s a wound that doesn’t close. It’s waking up every day in a world that doesn’t make sense anymore. Jennie wasn’t just someone I loved. Jennie wasn't just my Fiancée , Jennie was the person I built a life. The person I woke up next to everyday for over 11 years. The person I protected, supported, and shared every part of my world with, good times and bad, we were there together. For over ...

“Through Every Storm” I woke each morning to Jennie’s warmth, her breath soft beside mine, a closeness that never needed chains, just love, steady, quiet, real. Jen was by my side day and night, not held by force, but by the way our hearts fit together, two souls choosing the same path without ever needing to be asked. We had storms, yes, but never ones we made. They came from outside, from the chaos others carried, from the problems they brought into a life we were trying to build. The children’s struggles, their issues spilling into our peace, and the shadows of people who hacked, interfered, and tried to twist what they never understood. But even in the noise, even when the world pushed against us, we held on. We stood together, side by side, weathering every storm that wasn’t ours to begin with. If I could wake to her once more, I’d hold that moment like breath, because loving Jennie was the calm in the middle of everything, the love that stayed strong even when the world around us...