My therapist asked me to write a letter I will never send. Addressed to my ex. Well. Obviously I am familiar with doing this. This letter may be redundant when looking at the others but it’s just another way to help me heal.
We speak on a weekly basis. If you ask me it’s more than I’d like to but we have a son together and it’s what is best for him. So I do it. When we do speak I keep it to minimal but I would like to clear up somethings and update you on my life now. Continue reading “Letters I Will Never Send: Dear Ex Husband,”
It was 90 degrees outside. AC was working over time. I was speeding over to J’s apartment. I had cold beer and ice cream sandwiches ready to be devoured. I actually had already seen him earlier that day but I missed him.
He came out to the parking lot to help me carry my things (I had a rancid sunburn).
As soon as the door to his apartment shut he took his shirt off. Continue reading “I’m in the vomit inducing kind of love. Sorry not sorry.”
Hey girl. You have a lot on your mind. You Graduated with you BA degree just a year ago and you still haven’t gotten a job. It’s hard out there but keep your head up. You will find your place soon. Just try to remember to be creative with your degree. You don’t have to be a teacher but you have to apply what you’ve learned to work somewhere you can be happy.
You just moved in with your new husband three months before the wedding. Continue reading “Letters I Will Never Send: Dear Newly Married Heather,”
I keep it in my car. It was beautiful. I loved it. I even put it on sometimes. The engagement ring and wedding band were soldered together. Glistening diamonds. The center was a princess cut diamond that always glimmered brilliantly.
Today after many days of talking about it, I pulled into the parking lot of the jeweler we bought the rings from. Continue reading “With this ring…”
I know it’s not the most conventional life. Divorced. Mom. Dating. Living with my parents.
It’s not what dreamt of when I sat in my room as a little girl. Playing Barbie’s pretending to act out my future. Continue reading “I’m in Love.”