If I could describe myself in just three words, I’d say… I have no f’ing clue.

I guess I should start by saying that if you don’t want to read about domestic violence and sexual assault, then you’re reading the wrong blog. I should also add that if you don’t want to read about sex, you’re still in the wrong place. Same goes for poverty, special needs parenting, dating, remarriage, the faults of our legal system, my adorable children (I might be biased), and my really, really, stupid ex husband.

That’s a lot to take in, right?

And while I’m at it, in full disclosure, we also talk about disowning abusive families, open relationships, stripping, shaving your newborn baby’s head with eyebrow trimmers, and that time I accidentally stayed in a hotel that was adjoining a drug rehab facility.

There was also that instance when I learned that it’s illegal to wear a mask on a public street in Florida.

There really is a lot going on here, but it all started when unbeknownst to me, I married a drug addict, who then abused me, raped me, and cheated on me for nearly eight long years. With no family support to leave him, no money for a divorce lawyer, no childcare to get a job, and no job to pay for childcare, I was trapped by my desire to care for my two young children, and survive a life that was killing us, in a state where fleeing with your children, is considered a crime without a court order. And then one day, my husband simply walked out of our house, and completely disappeared. He emptied the bank account, quit his job, abandoned his car, and shut off his phone. I was left with a three-year-old-daughter, a seven-month-old son, no money, no job, and no hope.

Then, I met a young attorney who heard my story, and wanted a better life for me, than I alone could give myself. He got me divorced, and set me free. Yet over the next several years, I struggled as a single working mother, living well below the poverty line. Feeding my kids from a food pantry, out of frustration, I began blogging my story; completely unfiltered.

It sparked a writing career which has spanned from Disney, to Lifetime, Good Morning America, to Women’s Health, and over 50 different companies. Splashed across the cover of Yahoo and seated in a chair on various talk shows, no one is more surprised than me, at how far I’ve come from the empty reflection of abuse I used to see in the mirror each and every night.

With my attorney, I founded a nonprofit for women just like me; providing them with pro bono legal representation so that they too, can divorce the men abusing them.

I also tracked down my ex through the legal system, and after finding him remarried, with a new family, and hiding it all from the courts, I brought him to justice.

During the process, I disowned my entire extended family; wanting a better life for myself moving forward, than they had taught me to want growing up.

I’m happy. Not always, but I try to be. I met the man of my dreams, and together we are raising the two children I brought into the marriage, along with the new baby we just welcomed; one family, always destined to be. You’ll see them here referred to as The Guy, The Girl Child, The Boy Child, and The Littlest, simply to keep their names from being plastered all over the Internet.

As for me, well, here I am. And where that is, is ever changing. A story, that hasn’t ended yet, proven by the continuing pages of this blog.

Welcome, and blessings.

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