Dating a Pot Head: I don’t MarjiWanna Do It Anymore. I Just Cantabis Take It.

Dating a Pot Head: I don’t MarjiWanna Do It Anymore. I Just Cantabis Take It.

Warning: This is a ranting whiny relationshipy post. Sorry.

I’ve known this fact but denied it for months. I feel  I can no longer continue my journey with J.

I wanted this to work. Not because it was convenient. Not because it was a rebound. Not because I need it.

But Continue reading “Dating a Pot Head: I don’t MarjiWanna Do It Anymore. I Just Cantabis Take It.”

The Wrong Kind of “Love” Triangle.

The Wrong Kind of “Love” Triangle.

It’s NOT a LOVE triangle though… DEFINITELY. 

So I’ve been officially divorced for almost a year now (One month from today is the year).

I have been dating J for a little over a year.

I have been a Mom for two and a half.

I was a Wife for 7.

And so far I have been a stable emotional being for 0 years.

I know now with my new life is new obstacles. Most of which I am not ready for.

Now here is the scenario: Continue reading “The Wrong Kind of “Love” Triangle.”

Home.

Home.

Cliches annoy me. They roll too easy off the tongue and involve little thought. But they exist because they are mostly true.

They say that:

Home is where the heart is.

It’s like a stupid sign I would hang in the living room as a decoration. I had certainly bought into that idea without putting thought into. Like, yes my address where I live is also where my family lives.  And until the divorce the idea of “Home” was simply a structure with walls and roof. A home was a thing you paint and fill. Something you pay for and something you can sell. Continue reading “Home.”