Learning to be enough for myself.
When my husband left me, I weighed 290 pounds. I gained 100 pounds of that after the birth of my first child and subsequent increase in psychological and emotional abuse from my then husband. My job was killing me, my husband was cheating on me, my newborn needed more attention and energy than I had,…
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OCTOBER IS DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AWARENESS MONTH.
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I have learned a lot in a few short months. Sometimes I have this idea to write a cheeky post to the men and women that cheat on their spouses and give them tips on how to not be stupid and get caught. But I don’t want to help them. I want to help the…
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To my beautiful son, You are my world. You are the most beautiful, amazing boy. And I love you so much. So very much. You are kind. And tender hearted. And I hope you always keep that. Always love your family and always take for all of God’s animals and especially your puppy dogs that…
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My mind is quiet. My broken, beating heart is calm. My house is happy, my son is carefree. The sun shines bright inside our house even on cloudy days. My son feels safe, and he is open, confident and loving. He hardly has any tantrums or outbursts. I’ve been so torn up by the fact…
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“Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need.” Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club “A lot of people get so hung up on what they can’t have that they don’t think for a second about whether they really want it.” Lionel Shriver, Checker and the Derailleurs…
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it’s sticky. this mess. you’re sticky. you’re a dirty sticky mess. I can’t unstick myself from you and so I am still sticking around to this dirty, sticky mess it’s sticky and I am tired of being stuck in this dirty, sticky mess. something’s gotta give. i think i’m on the edge of being unstuck…
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a word to my significant other, stop, just stop all of this it isn’t me but you that’s been dismissed I see your lips moving But your lies aren’t improving I have this rage, this rage that is built up in me You decide where we go from here… what’s it gonna be? Stop, just…
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Dear husband, You waltzed in here last week to see us. You glided in through the door, almost as if you were held up by the heavens. Your head was held so high and your opinion of yourself was so grand that for a second, I was very confused over what had happened in the…
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One Woman 