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.
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.
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.
