My So Called Summer – Pt 2 – Crap Covered Walk Down Memory Lane
I drove 20 hours back to Virginia to reconnect with old friends. The BFF wasn't who I remembered. The old house had other people in it. Crossing into New Jersey I almost had to pull over and fall apart
Step-Mothers Get No Respect: Reflections on the Major Suck that is Step-Parenting
I raised him from age 10 to 18. He went to Navy boot camp. He called twice — once to get his dad's number. I expected a letter. Nothing came. Stepmothers get no respect.
Seeing Double
My coworker got nominated for employee of the month after missing three weeks — possibly for being in jail. I called out for a sick child and got talked about. Same old double standard.
My So Called Summer – Part 1 – Riding the HOV Down Memory Lane
Drove back to Virginia to visit my BFF after a year apart. She'd changed after her stroke. I'd changed after the divorce. Absence did not make the heart grow fonder.
Happy Divorce!
One year divorced and I'm not nearly as traumatized as I expected. Turns out getting busy living is a better strategy than crying into your pillow. Happy divorce to me.
