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The Void of Despair

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WTAF, Brain?!

So, there I was, strolling calmly along a gravel path in “normal” dreamlike fashion, nothing out-of-the-ordinary worth noting. It was a generally nice day with a few clouds scattering the sky. I remember seeing a sign previously, but not what it said, just that it was naming an area where a road would end in…
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I’m a Whore for Psychology

A favorite thing of mine to say is, “I’m a whore for __________.” I think it lets the receiver know that I’m pretty obsessed with whatever that thing is. It was especially entertaining when I used it on My German for the first time. Language barriers are fun sometimes, even though he speaks English really…
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The Dementor

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The Aftermath

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I’m Tired

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Gratitude

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Gravity – Special Edition

Dis bish. In my first “Gravity” post, I went on quite the rant. I shared very few examples of the bullshit I went through as his wife and subsequently his ex-wife. I barely scratched the surface of the horrible shit he’s put me through, especially after the divorce and the parameters of our shared custody…
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Forgiveness

During one of my Women’s Support Group meetings for R4S – an addiction recovery program (more to come on that, stay tuned) – we discussed how difficult it is to forgive our partners for the Betrayal Trauma and everything else they inflicted on us. One of the other ladies talked about the overwhelming pressure that…
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Gravity

Ah yes… good ole Wile E Coyote and his nefarious shenanigans with Roadrunner. Funny story? My Papa’s nickname for me as a wee lass was “Roadrunner.” So it’s fitting that I use a special GIF from the cartoon… more fitting than before, as I realize just how accurate and relatable it is. I promise I’m…
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Through My Eyes

Disclaimer: This is legitimately from MY perspective, feels/thoughts and all. I understand how irrational some of it might seem to the outside world, and I’m fine with that. The noise of Mars and Fluffybutt scratching at each other through The Boyfriend’s door jolts me awake. I’d been fending Comet off for half an hour and…
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Sundays & Stress

I feel like I’m living an entirely different life/reality than I was a year ago. In fact, the war between “Omg, it’s been a year already?!” and “It feels like it’s been much longer than just a year!” hits me simultaneously in moments of reflection like I’m having today. It’s so hard to believe that…
