single mom
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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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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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Having decided to forego the elaborate themed parties for New Years Eve, I gathered ingredients to cook a nice meal and relax with The Cop. I loved to cook. Past tense. I cooked constantly to feed my family, and put in a lot of effort to please my husband. When we first met I was
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Packing a bag for my kids to spend several days away during the holidays was brutal. I knew I wasn’t being the best mom I could be, but I didn’t want them to leave, either. They needed to see their dad, but they were my tether to earth and if they left I might just
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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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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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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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You don’t know a person until you divorce them. Part of the paperwork for your lawyer is a Skeletons in the Closet form, where you write down anything incriminating or humiliating your spouse has done that our side could potentially use against them in court. Then, you make your own list of things he might
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By the end of the weekend, The Cop found me perched on the kitchen counter. He thought I was trying to be sexy, but I was using the cold granite as an ice pack. Our chemistry remained intact until the moment he left. It had gone better than I’d expected, and my house was no
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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.
What Happened to Eden 