I wrote this poem around a month after Honey left. I have very mixed feelings about it. To me, it lies somewhere in the murky water between ‘Crappy 4th grade poetry contest 2nd […]
treason on trial.
honeyandthehomewrecker
i felt like destroying something beautiful.
‘What’s going on here? I don’t understand, Honey. What…I mean…are you divorcing me or something?’ ‘Yes.’ Please return your seatbacks to their full upright position. We’ve just lost cabin pressure. My life […]
HomeWrecker: Chloroformed by Love (pt. 4 of 5)
The day I learned my divorce was final, the babies had a Skype call with Honey. Once time was up, I asked my mom if she could take the kids out of the room for me. This […]
Just Curious.
A quick poll…
HomeWrecker: The Big Game (pt. 3 of 5)
Winning!! Duh. Isn’t that the name of the game? Winning? Do you know of any athletes that bleed and toil and rise at dawn for practice every day for decades that really don’t […]
You don’t know the meaning of the word.
I spent my Saturday at a three year old’s birthday party with my babies. We had to drive almost 2 hours each way to get there, but it was for my good friend’s daughter. […]
HomeWrecker: One FaceBook Tantrum to Rule Them All (pt. 2 of 5)
One FaceBook Tantrum to Rule Them All… Once HomeWrecker had her little one sided conversation about me/to me/to herself on FaceBook to call me out, I decided to delve […]
HomeWrecker: Called Out on FaceBook (pt. 1 of 5)
And so begins a five part mini-series I’ve written featuring a front row seat to HomeWrecker’s deep love for ‘Selective Victimization’. Today, I will finally begin to give a complete voice to the tale bearing […]
Selective Victimization and You!
Selective Victimization: This occurs when an aggressor selectively chooses what part of the narrative to display to the world in order to appear the victim, while omitting the critically important part of […]
why did you make me care?
Why Did You Make Me Care? Beck Song Reader – Performed by Hey Ocean! Why did you make me care? Make me want you there? Leave my arms both bare And break […]
