"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.
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In year 20, when things began to fall apart, his alarm bells went off and he began to effort, ever so slightly. With all of his might, he began love bombing me and he did...
I’m hearing new perspectives today which are really shaking me to my core. Namely that PTSD isn’t necessarily about experiencing trauma, it’s about...
I go over over again in my head, do I even want a man, do I even want a partner? My brain has been cataloging ex boyfriends in my dreams. Bringing them into the future...
Men really like to complain that they lose their ass when they get divorced. The ex dude in my life was no exception. He was finding all sorts of way to spend and hoard...
There’s a myth that menopause makes women hate men and lose interest in sex. And these women become the lonely, crazy cat ladies. I don’t know, man…...
The other morning, I had the lyrics to Message in a Bottle by The Police stuck in my head from the moment of waking. Two things… I’ve been waiting for someone...
One huge thing I’m realizing about my Mom and my ex, they both thought they were the king of the castle, the head honcho, God. So, normal rules didn’t apply...
I haven’t gotten out of bed today. The dog would be making picket signs if she could. I have zero desire to do anything. I used to walk several miles every single...
You’re addicted to love. That’s what I woke up to this morning. This song playing on loop in my head. That all of my fear, roadblocks, what is standing in my...