Rotting Roots
Tales from the darkside of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
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Et tu, brute? You sure are Judgy, Bitch.
Somehow despite having been a single mom, my mother does not understand my single parenthood. Super annoying.
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When Conversation Goes Wrong
This is the true crime tale of a conversation killer that can't be stopped.
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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
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Angry As I Wanna Be…
It is crazy to me to my mom is actually mad at me that I don’t feel sorry for my ex-husband. It’s crazy to me that she is actually criticizing the fact that I don’t have any sort of empathy or sympathy for somebody who has remorselessly killed two marriages and has shown little to no respect to me as a person and a woman.
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Stick a Sock In It…
I am thankful for the luxury of being able to do laundry from within my home. But I am reminded of another day when I was doing laundry.











