Today I write because I’m in a shit ass shitty mood. And like every person on this planet, I hate … Continue reading TICB: A Creepy Blanket, Shit Mood, Humanity.
Sometimes when I have a cloudy head I make a list.
Not so many clouds lately. The forecast has been quite sunny. Minus the Tick in my butt.
But I was thinking this morning on my commute to work. About all the things I do not miss about my old life.
So here it is: Continue reading “List: What I Don’t Miss”
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.”
I wonder what my life would be like if I just did what he wanted. If I became the woman he was pushing me to be.
I wonder what life would like right now if I handled the cheating better. Sucked it up and forgave him blindly.
::Cue the fuzzy transition to the alternate universe:: Continue reading “Alternate Universe.”
Lately I’ve been thinking.
Thoughts I’ve buried. Thoughts I’ve deemed too difficult to process.
And mix it with thoughts that counteract the trauma. The “Look how far I’ve come now” kind of thoughts.
I remember driving in the car. We dropped the boy off with mom and dad and making our way home to pack for a quick weekend trip to Chicago. It was my “Hail Mary” to save our marriage. Continue reading “My Worst Divorce Memory”
A lot on my mind. It feels like it’s at capacity at the moment.
I’ll start with this.
J and I were flipping through my Facebook together looking at my old pictures. He has never seen me in my natural hair color (Blonde). In the process of strolling down Heather’s memory lane we stumble on things that are … well… awkward. Continue reading “What the F do I do about the old photos.”
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,”