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
Our society has a complex relationship with breasts. They are symbols of lust, the subject of comparisons, and tools for nourishing our children. We are barraged with sexually-explicit images of cleavage and nips. We compare the size of our breasts with those of our friends, yet secretly (mistakenly so!) assume the girl with the biggest boobs is the biggest slut.… READ THE REST