Monthly Archives: February 2015

Walls are Closing In

I’m coming to realize that I’m not becoming the person I want to be. I’m holding myself back. I carry the weight of my failures and shortcomings. I wonder how things are going to be better. I feel the burdens … Continue reading

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I’m really not over exaggerating…right?

The latest…because it’s been a day or so since the last asinine thing said/suggested/put forth. I get a call yesterday on his drive home…it went something like this: EX: So I’ve been thinking about how you need a new car … Continue reading

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Sorting through the truth and fabrications….amazing kids!

My astute teen children continue to humble and amaze me with their insights and understandings. My youngest daughter finished her paper on her “Hometown Hero” with all her inaccurate fanfare of devotion from a father that didn’t ultimately choose his … Continue reading

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What Makes a Hero

So reveling in the high of his agreeing to move forward on the house…he never fails to give me more grief to shake my head about. No, it’s not the ludicrous ideas of us being great friends or him moving … Continue reading

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Blessings

So the ex has agreed to my path of ridding myself of the house. No other crazy, hair brained expectations that we would move to some other location together. Now I can begin the process of working my way up … Continue reading

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All I Can Do is Shake My Head

So this is how the ex decided to fuck with my head… I really WANTED to post his text…but it reveals information that I can’t share openly. So here’s the gist of it… he doesn’t want to short sale. He’s … Continue reading

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The Fallout of Divorce

So here we are, almost three years out from the official decree, three and a half from D-day when I requested, ever so harshly, that he not return to the house and I didn’t care where he slept that night. … Continue reading

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