Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
Be Still My Traitorous Heart
A classmate walked into my office and my brain stopped functioning entirely. I'm a grown ass woman. He's just a dude. My limbic system apparently did not get the memo.
For Once Let Me Lose Myself
I walked out of my marriage but I'm still trapped inside it. I found a man exactly like my father. One day I will be free.
Challenge Accepted
One month out of my marriage, surrounded by moving boxes, I fell into a decluttering rabbit hole and gave myself three days to fix everything. Classic.
Happy Divorce!
One year divorced and I'm not nearly as traumatized as I expected. Turns out getting busy living is a better strategy than crying into your pillow. Happy divorce to me.
