This is a mini diatribe. Not really so mini, but two thousands words written over the week. I understand if you only make it through the first five hundred words before you start screaming, cussing or just walk away. Maybe I should have broken it up into small bits, but it really makes more sense…
Happy Mother’s Day (Long)
In my lucid dream, my ex husband asked for an apology; I heard it in my ear as if I were having a real conversation with him. That woke me from a sound sleep. Like mortar after years of pressure I turned to sand and trickled out of the joints blown asunder by wind, rain…
Long- Update to the update: Young Mums
My child must be having some type of reaction to his generic concerta extended release. He is aggressive and irrationally obsessed about getting his way. He tried to talk the pastor into driving him to his father's house to pick up some things on his way back from the retreat. I, of course, said no. …
State of Mind
Exhausted Weary Weathered Worn Sore Exasperated Sleepy Drifting Drowsy Overwhelmed At The Edge of My Rope Time for dreams
I Served -I’ll explain later in the week.
I served his purpose. created his brood. did the research, created his business. filed a lot of taxes, took business classes. An art major running a business, hmmm. created and won an award for our business plan, did the photography which he still uses on his website, wrote the press releases, corresponded with clients (as…
I’m really sorry
Tears are pouring down my face I wish I could go back in time and protect my boys I just didn't see that the light at the end of the tunnel was a train. I had hope for so long before I started to derail my car from the train The boys were along for…
The train wreck -Part3
Disclaimer: Feel free to skip this post. I'm full on venting/ venom spewing but it has been edited as usual. I'm supposed to create some type of teflon shell, that my ex's behavior is supposed to slide off of. Well, where the hell do I buy it? What kind of body dip, doesn't just suffocate…
The edited emotions -Part2
I wrote this because I was afraid the real letter would scare people away. Well, what is the point of an anonymous blog? Brutal honesty with myself about my life. So, number three is next.
My Child (continued)
Friday night. I spoke to the parents that had my child and they were to drive him to my house at 11pm. I did not call my ex, because I have received a dictate to NEVER call the house after 9pm. I got a call at 1am from the parent that had my child. They…
My child
For the sake of anonymity: I call my youngest son, "my child" Boy #2 gets called, "the tall one" Boy #1 gets called, "the eldest" My child never made it to my house for his weekend visit, last night. The tall one arrived, as scheduled, by boy leg power at my job. A hug, the…
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 