In search of the thirtysomething mom
Newly divorced in Texas, looking for other thirysomething moms with teenagers. Can't find them anywhere. Turns out they're too busy scraping a living to have time to meet me.
Passive Aggressive
It might have been easier to leave if he'd used his fists. Passive-aggressive abuse is harder to name, harder to prove, and harder to leave. Written April 2013, still processing.
I Was Married to the Bad Boy
Don't buy the Hollywood lies. Bad boys are a pipe dream. I learned that lesson the hard way.
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.
Married to a son of a bitch
He came home and complained his dinner was too hot. That unhappiness doesn't come from me. Trying to meet his expectations turned me into someone I hated. I give up.
