Of all the blessings in my life, one is my "Reckless Friends", a group consisting of 7 women who somehow came together as friends in the manner of recklessness, laughter, and being non-judgmental. We could not be more different. We range in age from 40 to 60-something. Some of us work, some don't. All of … Continue reading Reckless
Being an artist is two-fold: having something to say and having a way to say it. If you're thinking, I've heard that sentiment recently, you'd be correct to assume that I've finally watched "A Star Is Born" and there's quite a few themes that spawn out on this topic, not to mention a few quotes from … Continue reading Inner Voice
A few days ago, PC and I found ourselves in the lobby of a private school we are hoping to send one of our kids to. As with everything, this decision and process has been fraught with arguments, threats, misinformation and PC's ever-present need to use everything as a negotiation tactic. Nonetheless, there we were, … Continue reading Who We Used To Be
Recently, I watched a psychological thriller series on Netflix, Doctor Foster. If you're not familiar, the basic plot goes something like this: Husband cheats on wife. Wife finds out. Husband continues to lie. Wife loses her shit and becomes paranoid and slightly psychotic. Husband and wife have it out to the point that he smashes her … Continue reading Ten Dollar Ring
Its been a little while since I've written here, which is somewhat ironic since a lot of things have happened in the past month. First and foremost, the name of this blog--Divorcing a Narcissist--became something of a reality on January 8th, 2019. Nearly 26 months after this nightmare began, a piece of it ended in … Continue reading Easy Like Sunday Morning (Ok, Maybe Tuesday Morning…)
The times, they have been bleak lately. I actually said out loud, twice recently, I feel dead inside. This was in jest, of course, in the taste of unfiltered dark humor, but there's always an underlying truth to what we say. It can be attributed to things, I suppose, if I wanted it to be. The life of … Continue reading Dead Inside?
Do we all feel things so deeply? To the core of our being, in a way that encompasses every waking thought, infiltrates dreams; things that become a thread in the fabric of who we are? Or is that just those of us with massive anxiety and a propensity for overthinking? Recently, my father gave my … Continue reading Bullet Holes and Other Things
Yesterday, I was talking to a friend of mine. She is someone who could not be more different than me and yet, somewhere in the years of knowing each other, we bonded. I distinctly remember facetiming her just a day after PC left, and I distinctly remember standing in her kitchen days later as she … Continue reading Rock Bottom, Chapter 500
When this blog was born, it was at first simply an outlet. It was never intended to be more than just a journal of sorts, a way to get all of my feelings into a concrete structure of words strung together. When I flip back to the beginning, I am equal parts reminded how desolate … Continue reading Two Years
At least I'm free. That's what everyone tells me. Its what everyone has said from the beginning, but you're free of him. Everyone: family, friends, strangers. Internet friends. Myself. I have said and written those words again and again and again. Freedom. And yet, freedom comes with a hefty price tag. For starters, I am not free from … Continue reading Freedom…Just Another Word?