
Officiant: Dearly Beloved…we are gathered today here before various random witnesses we grabbed from the .99 cent store next door to join together this man, Honey, and this woman, HomeWrecker, in unholy […]
Officiant: Dearly Beloved…we are gathered today here before various random witnesses we grabbed from the .99 cent store next door to join together this man, Honey, and this woman, HomeWrecker, in unholy […]
No, HomeWrecker. My children are NOT your children. Not enough nope in the world.
What could be better than completing my 5 part mini-series with part 5? Making part 5 have three sub-parts for NO GOOD REASON. Well, there is a reason. My posts are so […]
I’m not a particularly uptight person when it comes to my children’s toys. Well, that’s sorta true. Ok, so that’s not even remotely true… I think it’s just because I’m always trying to round […]
I have a solution. I’m going to kill you.
After Honey left, I took the babies and a moving Pod filled with whatever would fit, and we drove back to my home state to live with my parents. Just 18 […]
For the dead letter office… It’s late. The clacking of a tree limb against the bedroom window would have woken you had you not already been awake. As you lie there, you […]
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 […]
‘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 […]
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 […]
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I loved and he left. Now I'm just trying to heal.
Who says chivalry is dead? Oh, wait. I do.
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Who says chivalry is dead? Oh, wait. I do.
Rather than trying to "get over it," perhaps we can learn from it
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An ongoing story of a runaway husband
marriage, meaning, surviving infidelity
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