Low Blow
He said my contributions were negligible. We were both active duty Navy and I'd made rank faster. On marital misogyny and the satisfaction of leaving anyway.
Krakatoa on the Inside…An Ode to the Death of My Marriage
I wore a fake face for five months while he openly had an affair at work, just to secure a custody settlement in my favor. I won a race no one knew I was running. I just wish I'd done this eight years ago.
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.
Drinking the Haterade
On gentle parenting manifestos, blended family reality, and why lofty parenting ideals don't survive contact with an actual preteen.
Unpacking the Feels
A friend called to ask if I was done unpacking yet. It had been three days. The crock-pot was in a box labeled 'Deep Fryer.' So no. I was not done unpacking.
