Laboring to be a Buzz Kill
Holiday weekends and crowds go hand in hand. I don’t care for crowds, but I don’t avoid them either. If I know I’m going somewhere on a holiday weekend, it is safe to assume that everyone else will too, so I plan for it. This past Labor Day, the day started with rain, which meant indoor activities like the cinema were going to be packed… anyone who expected different was smoking crack.
Fuck Father’s Day
Father's Day used to mean something. But when the father of your children is a douchebag, what is there to celebrate? Not all men make good fathers.
Lost in the Emotional Desert
I drove him to the eye doctor and sat in the waiting room alone. On the drive home I realized I felt nothing. Not anger, not sadness. Just nothing. In the emotional desert.
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.
