Rotting Roots
Tales from the darkside of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
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You Talk Too Much…
Some people just don’t know when to shut the hell up. It amazes me how some individuals, namely my brother, can talk ad nauseam about ANYTHING–regardless of their listeners’ interest level–I’m guessing because he likes to hear the sound of his own voice.
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I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
Angry As I Wanna Be…
Et tu, brute? You sure are Judgy, Bitch.
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Stress Eating My Emotional Abuse
Joy of joys. I love winter. I do not love winter weight—the inevitable extra cushioning I seem to accumulate around my middle as my body prepares for the never to happen hibernation. However, this season I was doing better…until my mother came into town.
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Choke on Your Bitchy Pudding
My second post-divorce Christmas was simultaneously a success and my worst nightmare. My children were gloriously surprised and pleased with their presents. My brother was tickled to see everyone so happy with their gifts. Then there was my mother…the Grinch ain’t got nothing on her. She gives being a Christmas bitch a new name…
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10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
I take my movie watching seriously and over the years I have come to hate watching movies with my mom. There are 10 things can ruin my movie watching experience and will cause me to lose my shit.
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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
Generational Differences
Dirty Big Secrets – Hiding a Legacy of Mental Illness
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I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
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