Getting a Clue
On the mistakes that kept me in a bad marriage too long — and why a two-parent home isn't automatically better than one.
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.
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.
