If you haven’t read Part One of this post, I highly, highly suggest clicking here and doing so first, as this is the second half of a story that really needs the first half in order to make sense! If that just seems like much too much work, the super quick synopsis is that shortly
********** “Um… hey. So I know this is a weird question but do you know a good divorce attorney? Did you like whoever you used?” was basically the Facebook message that I was sending a former friend’s, former boyfriend. I say “former friend,” because life had been drifting us apart until new babies and new
So…. After I wrote the post where I talked about what a horrible human being my ex is and why he will probably burn eternally in hell and how I don’t like him, I realized something when I said that The Guy I have been dating, stepped up and took care of my kids while
If you remember from the last part of this unique three-part-post, I had been struggling to get comfortable with the very close relationship that the guy I’m dating, has with a female friend. Where we left off, The Guy had come to the realization that maybe the relationship he had with this female friend, was
If you remember from the previous part of this unique three-part-post, I had been struggling to get comfortable with the very close relationship that the guy I’m dating, has with a female friend. Where we left off, I was having a difficult time balancing my genuine concerns over the closeness of their relationship, with my
“I’ll forward them to you” he said, and in response, my entire body cringed. You see, I’d been dating this guy for a while now, and he had just told his best female friend that he couldn’t speak to her anymore, because of me. She reacted with a string of very pleasant emails that called
A few weeks ago I chaperoned a daycare field trip to a laser tag arcade. The minute I walked in the owner of the place latched onto me like a creepy ass leech. We weren’t even there ten minutes before this guy was telling me how beautiful I was (not even a compliment, I guarantee
**In this new kind of post, the majority of it will take place in text messages. If it seems a bit choppy, look at the time stamp on the messages because it may not have been a series of conversations. I tried to put asterisks where I could in order to separate them.** A couple
Last month as my Platonic Hubby and I were trying to figure out something to do for my birthday, the conversation took a turn that looked like this: I’m the orange-ish bubble So Saturday night my Platonic Husband, two other friends, and I, spent the night in the city. There was a lot of planning
And now I bring you Part 2 of “Eden’s Unprofessional Dating Advice.” (Seriously, I get a lot of emails asking dating advice, which I think is kind of funny because hello, look at my life, yet you all seem to trust me anyways) Scary. One of the most common questions that I get asked falls along
Breaking News: Eden is a serial dater. This message has been brought to you by blogland. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming. Er…reading. ***************************************** Hey! Have you guys heard the news? I’m a serial dater. Yup. So says a lot of people apparently. I’m cool with it though, because it’s probably actually
Hey, so do you want to hear the updates to a couple of past posts? Of course you do! No one likes to get halfway through a book and then find out the last chapter is missing, so here, allow me to catch you up. The gerbil is no more. Yep, remember the little critter
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.
