No, HomeWrecker. My children are NOT your children. Not enough nope in the world.
HomeWrecker: Parentage by Hostile Takeover (Part 5(2 of 3))
Homewrecker: The Chart of Good Person-ness (Part 5 (1 of 3))
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 […]
Skype Daddy, you SUCK.
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 […]
the caretaker.
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 […]
love shows up.
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 […]
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 […]
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. […]
Director’s Cut: Drop the Mic, I’m OUT
Tonight was an out and out train-wreck. I found myself in the familiar position of being curled up on the edge of my bed, listening to the baby monitor, irrationally hoping to hear […]
Honey and the Homewrecker. 