So tomorrow is the big day for me. My face has a date with my doctor’s chisel. In fact, by the time most of you read this, I will most likely either be in surgery or already done. I’m starting to get upset. This is not my first surgery, far from it actually, but I’m
I’m having surgery Thursday. As a child I caught a knee to the nose and sustained multiple more nose injuries during the course of my marriage. It took what should have been an awesome nose and turned it into a slightly less awesome nose that’s all messed up on the inside. I keep getting sick,
So I figured it was probably about time to update you all on some of the previous posts. And before I start, on a totally unrelated side note, I just wanted to let all of you know that I am typing this post while wearing adult footie pajama’s, eating popcorn, and drinking wine, under a
Reflections from the past, so far away, yet never far enough When “I do,” should have been “I don’t” His fist hit the solid wood closet door behind me with such force, I was sure it had cracked. Eyes glaring so intensely, yet not seeing me at all. Was this it? Is this how it
Remember the last “Only Me” post? Well this week has been full of serious posts and heavy topics, so I wanted to lighten up the mood a bit. So, for your reading pleasure, a few more things that would totally only happen to me. Happy to have you laugh at my expense, just to bring a
I recently met a guy, who on the surface, seemed great. Stable life, lived near me, common interests, great job, good looking, the whole package. Except for one thing. He complained. All the time. Somehow every conversation that we had would ultimately morph into a conversation about how his ex wife ruined his life. If
So this week has definitely tested my willpower in self restraint. The trolls, or as I am more inclined to think, the troll who is assuming multiple “anonymous” personalities, have been coming at me hard. Questioning what I say, demanding proof that I am who I say I am, and just generally feeling entitled to
Things that make you ask “why? Just, why?” Courtesy of my phone camera. Why was this able to get past every single department involved in designing the children’s menu at this large scale chain family restaurant? “How many of you young in’s want a chick-on-a-stick? Its the weekend kids, live it up!” Why was I unaware
So, this post started out as something completely different, and was significantly shorter, but, when I told my attorney that I was writing about him, his exact words to me were “Fuck you.”Bad idea dude. Bad idea.So…….Challenge accepted. Now to most people, if their attorney had said “fuck you” to them, they would most likely be
Trust. Its like a four letter word plus one extra letter for an extra punch. It is the one major issue that I am dealing with, and the one major issue that I don’t even know how to start fixing. You will see throughout this blog, that trust issues are a reoccurring theme for me.
Ok, so, this post has been a little hard for me to write. I love this blog, I love that survivors are coming together in the comments section, I love that people are feeling comfortable sharing their stories, and I love that the stigma of abuse survivor shame is finally being broken. Coming on here
This week, one of my articles was published over on the site XOJane.com. I didn’t even know it was going to be run this week, so I was a little caught off guard when my blog started filling up with comments from people all over the world who had made their way over to my site.
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My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
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