My heart has been breaking for months.
Honesty has become such a critical part of who I am that it's to a fault (I think?).
I’m an idiot. Or was, anyway.
It’s hard to know someone loathes you with such visceral hatred that it can be physically felt in the tension between text messages.
This is my story to tell, not anyone else’s.
I think recovering from guilt and sadness is incredibly difficult. I can't say it's easier or more difficult than any other addiction because those are the only two addictions with which I am familiar, (that's not entirely true, but the other will come in time), but I know guilt and sadness are overwhelmingly difficult to contain.… Continue reading On Recovery
there was only you.
After the kids went to bed last night, I sat at my kitchen table and took a deep breath. I started thinking about something my mom told me a couple of months ago. I was in class and she was feeding the kids. She had my Dragon on film staring and talking with someone in… Continue reading Angels in the Kitchen
For whatever reason, I hate making PB&J, but my kids love them. I hate the way everything gets all sticky and crumbly (I have a lot of weird quirks like this. You'll see.), so I have a system. Yes. A system. Pull out enough paper towels to cover the width of the table. I won't… Continue reading PB&J and the Meaning of Life
I think there is a moment in every Leaver's life when they're like... "Oh fuck. What have I done?!" I've had a lot of those moments over the course of the last 6 months and I would be a liar if I told you otherwise. The Left's hurt is immediate, based on my experience… Continue reading Good Enough