He Expected a Fight and Other Epiphanies
mr horrible flew 1400 miles expecting a fight. He got polite indifference and watched me leave for class without telling him anything. What changed wasn't him. It was me.
Bracing For Impact
I must be suffering from the effects of residual stress because my head has been pounding all day. I can only assume that it is my body reacting to what I have yet to wrap my mind around completely: that in a matter of hours, my calm will be disrupted by the arrival of mr horrible. I have been too busy to really stop and take stock.
I Should Have Known – Signs It’s Not Meant to Be
I should have known that my marriage was not going to last the first time I looked at the sleeping face of mr Horrible and I wanted to smother it with a pillow.
Already Brushing Off the Dust
There are entire music playlists I can't listen to anymore. Then this song came on the radio and made me want to punch someone in the face. That made me happy.
Labors Lost: Laments on the Thankless Nature of Raising Someone Else’s Child
Reflecting on the thankless nature of raising someone else's child. Being a step-parent isn't easy. Who knew?
