life

  • From Hobby to Career

    From Hobby to Career

    Ah yes, the part of the story where the put-upon protagonist finds her footing and becomes a Boss Bitch. No, this story is nonfiction. We are here to discuss how my part time hobby became a full blown, all encompassing job. I have always been a nervous person. Overthinking was just thinking, to me. Anxiety…

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  • The Worst Is Over

    The Worst Is Over

    You’ll argue over possessions and custody and assets. You’ll bring up each other’s worst moments and point fingers and place blame. You’ll wonder if you ever knew this person you married or if they’ve secretly been a monster the entire time. And then, one day, it will be over. One day, a judge will take…

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  • Silent Nights

    Silent Nights

    Christmas came and went. It was different without my husband, and I prefered our new version. We never traveled for Christmas, it was always just us and the kids, but now we suddenly lived near our families and everyone came together to make it memorable. Where I would normally have overextended myself making cookies, an…

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  • The Sampler Platter

    The Sampler Platter

    After I hit town, The Voice asked me to meet for a lunch date. We had continued talking and he asked a lot of questions about the other men I’d talked to, and the one I had met in person. He was one of two people who knew The Cop had come to visit before…

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  • The Promised Land

    The Promised Land

    I wish I could articulate what happened when we arrived in our new city to begin again, but I don’t remember much. My family had decorated the new house for Christmas so we could pretend to be jolly, as if this was all done purposely, and we had planned to uproot our lives in the…

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  • Epiphany

    Epiphany

    When you do something truly shameworthy and embarrassing, you don’t tell a soul. Unless, of course, you are a woman who has invited a man she barely knows to her home in another city. Then you have to tell at least one responsible adult in case you’re murdered, chopped to bits, and fed to dogs.…

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  • A Chill In The Air

    A Chill In The Air

    We had to start telling people. I told my husband I didn’t want him to tell our kids we’d just fallen out of love, because I didn’t want them to think we could just fall out of love with them at some point, too. He did not consult me when deciding what to say, however,…

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