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When Everything Is Just Not Ok


**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

Yesterday I Flipped The F**k Out


*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.

Facing The Silencers


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

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  • But, Instead March 5, 2019
    Yesterday was long. Actually, the last few weeks have been a bit stressful, because you know, life. My husband was in a serious car accident, that miraculously left him uninjured, however my car was completely totaled. Do you guys remember that blue car with the racing stripes I got as a single mom? I’m going […]
  • Seven Years Of Abandonment February 12, 2019
    Seven years ago today, my ex left. Seven. Years. It’s weird, how time moves. There are days when I think of him, and it feels like just yesterday he was still around. Like I could walk around the corner at the grocery store, and see a different husband standing by our cart. Or I could […]
  • I Don’t Always Fight In Ikea, Except For When I Do. January 8, 2019
    She came looking for a fight, so she got one. A few weeks ago I found myself standing in a tile shop, searching for tile to be used in our new kitchen back splash. We hadn’t yet closed on the house, but once we did, The Guy and I were going to try to bang […]