My soul hurts today...
From May, 2016.
*Pats on back*
I love my physical health, but I love my mental health even more.
I’m an idiot. Or was, anyway.
I am not afraid to speak my truths anymore.
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