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.
Failure Is Not an Option
mr horrible was coming to visit and I wanted to look like I was thriving. Not my noblest motivation, but I'm not going to lie about it. I hit the gym anyway.
Navigating Uncharted Waters
Stuff from NJ inbound means nothing ties me to that black hole anymore. Every step forward in the new apartment is uncharted waters.
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.
