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.
I’ve got the pre-holiday blues…
What to do? I am generally overwhelmed and completely unmotivated for this holiday season. Maybe it was the two days of gray and rain, maybe it’s the stress of moving and unpacking, but I definitely have the pre-holiday blues!
