Woke up a few mornings ago with this idea: Just because my mom didn’t protect me the way I wanted her to doesn’t mean she didn’t protect me. I wanted it to look a certain way – belief in my complaint, righteous anger toward The Exes, clear cut hierarchy that
So I gave in last week and became the very last person on earth to join facebook. The other three horse-people of the apocalypse should be here shortly. Until then, perhaps you will friend me? I tried to find a lot of you, but having refused to give my email
Things I’m dealing with today: Missing blogs like hell. Fuck Trump and all these real world events for a hot second, I need to go read about someone’s inner thoughts on regular life. Was momentarily excited about certain blog awards coming up, until I discovered the parenting category nominees are
Yesterday a friend said something that struck me as amazing: “I was surprised to find my relationship with my mother didn’t end when she died. In fact, it continued to grow for years after. Actually, our relationship is much better now than when she was alive.” This is not something
(I spent the morning searching my archives for my post(s) about the hardest part of excommunicating The Exes – how it damaged my relationship with my mom. I’m pretty sure there was at least one post about how desperate I became for someone to tell me I was OK, but