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.
A Cautionary Tale
The divorce papers had just been served when he asked me to stay. I believed him. I stayed. I hope I am not making a colossal mistake — September 2012.
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.
Pool of Trouble…
He deployed and left me with a pool I'd never maintained. It turned green. I sent him photos of everything except the backyard which contained the pool of trouble.
