Navigating Uncharted Waters…
My new apartment is a brave new world. It dawned on me, as I sat in my most recent Craigslist acquisition, that I am really doing it! I am making my apartment my home. It helps that my belongings, which until recently had been in storage in New Jersey, are inbound, thereby bringing closure to my move West. It’s official, I now have NOTHING left that ties me to that black hole (aka NJ).
Grown Men Masquerading as Children
Reflections about having a man pretending to be incompetent to get out of parenting his children and the strain it created in the marriage.
Laboring to be a Buzz Kill
Holiday weekends and crowds go hand in hand. I don’t care for crowds, but I don’t avoid them either. If I know I’m going somewhere on a holiday weekend, it is safe to assume that everyone else will too, so I plan for it. This past Labor Day the day started with rain, which meant indoor activities like the cinema were going to be packed… anyone who expected different was smoking crack.
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.
Hey, mr horrible, You suck.
I know he won’t read this, ever. But I feel like if I don’t rant on this somehow, it is going to fester and rot inside of me. I try not to spend time thinking about the waste of space that is mr horrible. However, sometimes he just manages to do or say something that gets under my skin, and all I want to do is punch him in the throat.
