The more mental distance I achieve from this emotional entanglement of a person who was my husband, the more self-worth I seem to grasp. It is of course, never as simple as that. Almost never comes without a price paid. I haven’t written much in a while, the therapist said write. So I will… My … Continue reading In the Pursuit of Self-Interest
Time is an extraordinary notion, how quickly it can pass hits you like a train out of fucking nowhere sometimes. I swear to the powers that be, that just yesterday I was a new mom with a little human I was now responsible to feed, not drop and make sure she made it to adulthood … Continue reading One Down – Two To Go. Happy 18th Kid!
Take 2, this was tasked to me last week and I successfully shifted it to the back burner of avoiding. Therapy is a weekly occurrence, homework undone gets reassigned. I’m supposed to write, hash out the possible reasons. It isn’t right or wrong, black or white. I don’t know the answer, but I’ll attempt my … Continue reading Therapy Homework
My world has been forever and ever altered, my sense of reality shattered and I now can take my place in this world after judge, jury and executioner has spoken. Entertainment comes in all forms, this little gem made me all giddy with boundless opportunities to mock stupid and feeling bad for the human race … Continue reading Your Stupid Is Showing Little One
That’s my complaint of the day, the fucking dog. He’s a lovely dog, an ugly rescued Pitbull…but that fucking dog. He is particularly needy or I am particularly sensitive to his normal camping at the beach needs any dog may have. Either way he’s on my last fucking nerve, he’s breathing so therefore he is … Continue reading The Fucking Dog
Mean while in my reality I'm on day two camping and so far I’ve yet to pull fully from the underlying funk that has permeated just being here & he hasn't relapsed, killed me, chopped me into tiny pieces & thrown me into the inlet. Last night a practically low moment where I holed out … Continue reading The Husband Is Butt Hurt I Blog & Mommy Will Wipe His Tears
I’m woefully unprepared for our annual camping trip, at times I’m pulled in uncomfortable directions emotionally… depending on what day it is. We camp in MA, same place, same time of year, same site, a handful of acres on top of a peninsula where the North River and Atlantic Ocean meet. Mostly untouched and off … Continue reading Where Would The Addict Husband Hide A Body At A Campsite?