Studies Show Textbook Douchebaggery Causes Irritation
Mr. Horrible accidentally texted me instead of his girlfriend. A smiley face he never once sent me in 14 years. That about covers it.
Unpacking Baggage, Excess and Otherwise…
I have stuff, and it all arrived finally this past week. Just so this happened the day after I picked up mr horrible from the airport. Happy coincidence? Yes.
Smartphones and the Art of Listening
My sociology professor made us put our phones face-down to learn about listening. It reminded me of the last months of my marriage — texting my BFF from the sofa so I wouldn't say what I actually wanted to say.
Alcohol, Cocktails and Other Adult Band-aids
On drinking as a coping mechanism to get through evenings with mr horrible, waiting for the divorce to be final.
Filled With Regret
Fiona Apple wrote a song that sounded like she'd been in my marriage. Regret is on repeat. He opposed me just to oppose me. He didn't see me. That's regret.
