Married to a son of a bitch…
There are some husbands that are grateful for the things that their wives do. My husband is not one of those. He is the sort that comes home and bitches that his dinner is too hot, because he seems unaware that his alternative is to not have dinner…either hot or cold… waiting for him on the table.
A Cautionary Tale
The divorce papers had just been served when he asked me to stay. I believed him. I stayed. I hope I am not making a colossal mistake — September 2012.
Prom Nightmare
Pop quiz: your stepson tells you Monday he needs prom ticket money. The prom is Friday. There's nothing in the budget. His dad wants to say yes. You have to be the bad guy. Again.
Ghosts of New Years Past
I’ve brought in the New Year in Times Square, at a Night Out event in my hometown, at a house party, at home throwing my own party, and in a parking lot on the Navy base in Jacksonville because my husband had duty but I could sneak him away for a moment to wish him a Happy New Year and then drive back home alone.
It’s not easy being mean
Every fight in our marriage is about one kid. His. While he was at his mother's for Christmas we had not one argument. Now he's coming home. Ugh — it's not easy being mean.
