I know. If you are anything like me, and most divorced women with children, you’re feeling defensive right off the bat. I had a list of qualms with the idea of an imaginary woman coming into my kids lives. I thought about her being mean, or messy, or not taking care of them the way I want.… READ THE REST
I wished he would just die. End his suffering, and mine.
You’re dead, and I’m free.
NO MORE SHITTY CHILDHOOD.
The first time my dad broke my heart was when he busted the bedroom door down and slapped the shit out of my mom.… READ THE REST
I don’t know. Truthfully, I like my writing to have meaning and purpose, with some hidden magical life lesson ending, but right now, I have no rhyme or reason or method to this madness, much like my life, currently.
My husband is out of town for a week.… READ THE REST