"I don't have to answer my phone for anyone, not even you!"
This is the sentence that started my journey. My husband of 16 years was consistently not there for me, but there was something about this declaration in our kitchen that Friday afternoon. Me sobbing after dealing with an emergency on my own, begging him to show up for me, to console me, to even care about me. I snapped. I gave up on him. Life was never the same. This blog is a collection of journal entries, epiphanies and the jarring awakening I needed to have to become who I was meant to be.