
I’m alone. No one understands. I need to escape this. – The triple lie. This lie lives inside of me. Sometimes it shouts, other times it whispers. But it’s always there. And […]
I’m alone. No one understands. I need to escape this. – The triple lie. This lie lives inside of me. Sometimes it shouts, other times it whispers. But it’s always there. And […]
This post ran previously in 2015 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 […]
I’ve known for some time that I should see a counselor. I’m not equipped to handle the ‘skein of fuckedupedness’ that I unwittingly attempt to untangle every day (shout out to the AMAZING Chump Lady). I feel like a grade school teacher trying to land a 747. So, I began therapy last week. The therapist didn’t know quite […]
I have a solution to our problem. I’m going to kill you.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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