I’ve had figurative walls up around me for as long as I can remember. In elementary school I was labeled with “selective mutism,” which basically means that a person can physically speak, but mentally, they can’t get themselves to actually do it. For me, I was so completely terrified to say anything that I had
*Warning, there is a lot of swearing in this post* Please also note, my children were at daycare. Thought that was important to throw in there…. I flipped out yesterday. No, I didn’t just flip out, I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. I can honestly say that I have never felt so angry in my entire life.
I just looked at my traffic reader that tells me how many people are reading this blog. Someone come resuscitate me. First off, let me tell you, I am ASTOUNDED at how this blog has grown. I was literally laying in my bed one October morning, three days after I had been raped in my
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
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.
