It’s hard to know someone loathes you with such visceral hatred that it can be physically felt in the tension between text messages.
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
I have come to the realization that most people assume that a person leaves a marriage/relationship because they've found someone else or been cheated upon by their partner. That assumption has been one of my larger struggles with my divorce. No. Neither of us cheated. Neither of us found someone else. We just... weren't working.… Continue reading Bad People
As promised, a handy-dandy quote of encouragement for the leaver. I'll leave it here somehwere so you can copy and share. I'd ask that you leave the tag, obviously. ANYway. Today, I am doing better. Sometimes I have to talk things out with people who know me, who knew us as a couple, and I… Continue reading Strength in Leaving
I would be a liar if I said life was easy right now. It's been a while since I last posted or gave any sort of update, so perhaps I should start there. Please note that I am going to do this in the only way I know how, sparing likely crucial details because I… Continue reading The Way Life Looks
Sigh. When I became a parent I had no misconceptions about how difficult it would be; how it would change my life, and how it would impact my marriage. We just had our second child. My son is now 2.5 years old and my daughter is 8 weeks old. In the first three weeks my… Continue reading An Elephant Through a Rabbit Hole