I can’t think of a better way to introduce myself than to tell you what I’m wearing, the last ten songs I listened to on Spotify, what I had for dinner tonight, and what I did right before I ate that delectable dinner.
I should really be studying for my exam on Saturday. The funny thing is, learning about Medical Billing and Coding doesn’t quite take the sting of loneliness away like writing about my feelings does.
The one good thing to come from my divorce, as far as this platform goes, is I don’t get hung up on the little things (insecurities and what-ifs) anymore. Drastic times call for drastic measures. That’s why I can confidently say, now, I write until my heart is content — or until I need to stop and study for a while.
Then, I’ll take another break…
I put our fifteen-foot trampoline up for sale today.
Everything must go. Including all the hopes and dreams I had for my beautiful family growing up together behind that white picket fence.
Everything must go — including our wedding photos in shadow boxes hanging on the living room wall.
Everything must go — including our furniture, our cat, and that coffee cup I made last Christmas with our newlywed picture on it.
We were so in love — weren't we?
“She ain’t even half of me, but you gave her half of me
She ain’t even half of me, now she…
I have a Sick Love for this band, it comes to wash me away in Detroit. I Could Have Lied but then you would find me in the Suburbs in the shadow of decay. I could talk about them until Midnight — everyone knows everything goes. Things will never be the same after I heard their first album.
I can’t help but Get On Top when I listen to the Chili Peppers, just ask Dani California. She’s a lover, baby, and a fighter.
The Scar Tissue I wish you saw years ago, turns out, only me and the…
Something outside of my comfort zone that I’d like to try this week is — loving myself. Allow me to elaborate on what that looks like this week (and go a little past the 150-word mark):
I have homework and laundry to do. I have exams to study for, I want to swim with my kids, and there’s grocery shopping to be done. If you were to ask me a year ago how I get everything done, that’s easy; I didn’t. A year ago, I was overwhelmed and on edge — feeling like I could fall to my death at…
“We should almost get divorced more often…” — Me, the last words I said to my ex-husband post-coital.
I was totally kidding.
Things had been extremely challenging in my marriage for the last few years, and I felt like, finally, we were almost out of the weeds. My orgasm was so intense; I thought I was rather clever for saying that while on top still.
It turns out it wasn’t that funny after all.
I miss my family. I miss the way things used to be. Not because my marriage was healthy but because it was comfortable. …
Every day in a National Lockdown is Groundhog Day. Add divorce to the mix, and the days are even more unbearable.
My nights are full of pain, rage, tears, confusion, and hopelessness.
There is no end in sight.
But I made it to day twenty-five, and I’m breaking down less than day one through twenty-four.
Slow progress is still progress.
“A women is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it’s in hot water.” — Eleanor Roosevelt
Thank you for your love and support. You Are Loved.❤
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I never thought the day would come when I ran out of tears. I never thought the day would come when I stood up for myself and my kids against the man that helped me create them.
It took me two years and twenty-three days to let go of a fairytale of how perfect I thought life was going to be forever.
But I did it. (and so can you if that’s where you’re at)
“Making that first step to creating happiness can be hard, but it is necessary. Don’t allow fear of the unknown freeze you from moving…
Auntie T: How’s school going, Lovey?
Divina (aspiring Medical Assistant): SO. CHALLENGING. But overall, the experience is out of this world. On those more difficult days, I do my best to remain grateful for a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Like today, for instance, we learned that those growling sounds your stomach makes aren’t necessarily because you’re hungry. It’s peristalsis! A wavelike muscular contraction, pushing the contents in your belly forward.
Anyway, how have you been, Auntie?
Auntie T: If I’m honest, a little under the weather, or whatever they call it when you’re slightly constipated and your stools are black.
I love Love, playing my guitar, rebuilding my life one article at a time, and drinking coffee in my underwear! Thank you for your love and support!❤