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How to Exorcise Your Mother – Demon Be Gone
Two months since she left. One month to remember what sleeping through the night feels like. Zero regrets. Demon be gone.
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I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
On refusing to let anyone - my mother, the ex, anyone - treat me like I don't know my own mind. A zero-tolerance policy.
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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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Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
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One wish
Sometimes, I wish that I could manage a decent relationship with mr horrible, just to ease the daily tension I get from his continued and sporadic interactions with my kids… or he could just die. That would work too.
