I will NOT be that woman. You know, the one who makes all the wrong choices and then takes on the role of victim? No thank you. Accountability. Am I right ladies? I made the wrong choice in marrying my… Read More ›
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Dating at Forty
Dating. Dating at forty. Dating at forty with three kids. Five years since my somewhat painful (brutally traumatic) divorce, the only relationship I’ve been in is with Ben and Jerry. But that relationship was very toxic as my weight… Read More ›
It’s Been Five Years…
It’s been five years, five years since I told him to leave. Five years since I smashed that cake into his face screaming that old adage, “You can’t have your cake and eat it too even if you think you… Read More ›
Far From Ruins
From all of my experience with men, I’ve come to the conclusion that I should probably not have any more experience with men. Almost five years of abstinence. Five years! I am like a de-flowered virgin. A contradiction, I know…. Read More ›
Only Pillars of Salt
I grew up with Bible stories – Adam and Eve, Noah’s ark, God parting the Red Sea for Moses and the Israelites, Samson and Delilah, David and Goliath, the wall of Jericho – but the one that has resonated… Read More ›
Waiting On That Eighty Percent
via Daily Prompt: Sacred I am perfectly content about eighty-percent of the time. I am fine with my divorce, fine that I am alone, fine that I am the only one raising three children in my home. But that other… Read More ›
To Disappear
I see him standing there and a hint of a smile slowly, secretly spreads across my face. For a moment I am without form, without body. The material has faded away and I am untethered, free to float in this… Read More ›
Unfinished
Unfinished. My marriage was left unfinished. Even with a divorce one would assume it would be finished, concluded, ended. But when someone leaves with obscene reasons cloaked in rationality and justification, you are left with the lingering emptiness of something… Read More ›
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