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!
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.
Eeyore Quit Calling Me
She called for the entire morning commute. I tried jokes. I tried changing the subject. Nothing worked. Conclusion: I can't help her. I just have to let her be.
Trick Me Once
Is it gullibility that keeps me in this perpetual loop with the idiots of the world running me ragged? I spent the entirety of the day resting from the sheer exhaustion that caught up with me from the events of last week.
Things Suck
Can I have a day where I don’t have a to-do list breathing fire on my neck? Or a deadline, or a paper to write? Or a thousand and one things that are more important than lounging on the sofa reading a trashy novel?? Just one. MAYBE? Thanks to my idiocy and mental madness, even my free day is no longer free. Ugh. Here’s hoping this weekend will be drama-free.
