"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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Emotional Intimacy is Voodoo

This is such a hard concept to grasp let alone convey. I thought it had something to do with chemistry or intense eye contact. Feeling physically connected somehow. Or it...

I Can’t Pretend

I realize that this is part of the coming out of trauma thing, but I can’t pretend that everything is ok or that everything is going to be ok. I lied to myself...

Journal Entry 4.1.2025

What was in it for me? I didn’t get much sleep last night so I’m feeling particularly salty. I was thinking about how shitty my time with him was and I really...

Crap – It’s Reality

I spent the bulk of my life curating my reality. Meaning – I faked it out. I made it totally fake. I lived in a fantasy. My childhood was so stressful, I never felt...

The Purge

When I realized that I might want to leave, I first told my favorite neighbor. Gave her all the details. Her reaction was so disappointing. “You knew what your...

Spiritually Sensitive People

Or highly perceptive people, highly sensitive, empathetic or energetically sensitive people. Common motifs: 1. Deep Emotional Awareness You feel emotions — yours and...

I Bet You Were a Terrible Wife

I get this a lot on TikTok and Reddit. “You must not be some big prize if you say he was that way.” “Men are more physically abused in a marriage than...

For the Hundredth Time Yes, it WAS Abuse

It seems like I can’t make it a couple of days without asking ChatGPT or my therapist how it could have been abuse. I just don’t believe it. I feel like...

Journal Entry 3.27.25

Huge epiphany. Two nights ago, I ordered food and went to wait in one of the curbside pick up spaces. The place was packed, parking was limited and there were cars moving...