The first time I found myself standing in a courtroom was when I was 18 years old. Several months earlier I had broken up with a guy that I had been dating for two years. The break up was bad; so bad in fact that the next morning when the police showed up at my
Dear Ex, Today would have been our 10th wedding anniversary, but we didn’t make it. I look back on my life and it is crazy to me to think that I met you only a few years shy of half my life ago. I was still just a kid; playing house in a grown up
I talk on here a lot about how awful my ex was, what a horrible person, and terrible husband he was, but with the exception of the post where I talked about the time I actually hit my husband, I don’t often talk about the times when I was mean to him. In an effort to
So I was basically a bitch for three days straight last week, I’ll admit it. I’m not kidding you, if you stepped in my path you were probably going to catch a nasty attitude from me. You know that look that girls sometimes get that says “if you talk to me I might kill you?”
The Girl Child’s new window finally went in!! When they were taking it out they showed me the spot where the BB bullet had hit the window. Can you see the big bowed crack? I kept waiting for the glass to fall out because when the wind would blow, the two broken halves would flex
Since my ex left, I have made an effort to push myself through uncomfortable situations just so that I could prove to myself that I could do it. Details withheld (I really don’t feel like being scrutinized by the trolls) last year the kids and I were offered the opportunity to go on an all
I might have to go to court on Tuesday. I’m a pretty confident person and have yet to meet a person that I won’t talk to. I’ll march right up to anyone and introduce myself, never getting embarrassed (even when I should be) by my socially graceless ways. I’ve been told that when I am up on a
In my post “When Everything Is Just Not Ok” I explained that in order to start gathering the money that I would need to pay for my daughter’s broken window, a window that my ex shot, I had sold my bed and the chair in my bedroom. I slept like that for ooooh…about a week
You guys, I am so tired. I slept ohhhh……maybe an hour last night, probably less. I had a hard time writing this post. I kept writing, deleting, crying, writing some more, deleting again, crying, and so on. You see, I have good news; I don’t have to go to court on Monday. Yay! Right? Am
**Ok, little disclaimer here, not sure why, but one glass of wine has made me a little bit fuzzy brained tonight…probably because it’s 9:02pm and I haven’t eaten since like 11am, but still that’s really unlike me. Anyways… forgive my spelling and grammar errors as I quickly wrote this post this morning figuring I would
As I said in the post “Oh F*ck I Peed On The Floor,” both of my kid’s birthdays are within a several week time period. Since I told you about how much I enjoyed tolerated being pregnant with my daughter, I thought it only fair that I also tell you about being pregnant with my
So I started out this weekend with big plans, big plans to do nothing. We have been exceedingly busy the last few weekends with a pretty crazy social schedule and so it was important to take a weekend where the kids could just chill, relax, and play with their toys. It started out pretty well.
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.
