The Reluctant Not-so-Super Not-so-Heroic Me

Tomorrow, all of this becomes real. I know that I haven’t lived in the same house with my “husband” since the beginning of April and these things should have been beaten into my brain by now,  but tomorrow means that all of this wasn’t just a bad dream.  Tomorrow I will get up, shower, get […]

Visitation

My son was just placed in his father’s car seat. In his father’s car.  Without me. He asked for me, just as his little blond head was tucked into the seat.  He turned around and stared at me, his mouth moving even after the door was closed and I couldn’t hear him anymore. “Too?” he […]

You can call me Plumber Jane…

We moved here on Thursday of last week.  Although I had a washer and dryer in Savannah and brought them here with me, the dryer wasn’t working properly.  I went out and bought a new dryer (with money I didn’t have) and waited for it to arrive so I could begin doing the mountains of […]

Scabbing Over

For a while, the hurt was what hurt the most.  I couldn’t understand what I had done to deserve this.  I couldn’t understand why he would leave; couldn’t understand why he didn’t love me.  I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t good enough for him or why he wouldn’t try to work things out.  My pride […]

I Will be Happy

Hello, little house. I have missed your creaks and corners.  I have missed the holes in the walls where our things used to hang and the cracks in the paint along the top of the crown molding. Hello, back yard, with your ivy covered ground and your too-tall pine trees that always terrified the other […]

It’s Better than Good Enough

I don’t do self-help books. I feel like I should throw that out there because it speaks volumes about what I’m about to tell you…. I don’t do self-help books; I hate non-fiction, for the most part; and documentaries, as much as I’d like to be all high-brow and love them, make me sleepy.  I […]

Stepping Off the Platform

Tomorrow morning, I will take my son to the place he calls “school” for the last time.   He will play with his friends all morning, not really understanding that he will not see them again after tomorrow.  He will lie down for his nap, secure in the knowledge that all is right in his world. […]

I’m still Here

Know how it’s become sort of a ritual at the end of the Superbowl for the winners to say they’re going to Disney World?  That should NOT be what people say when they are in the midst of divorce proceedings. There are several reasons why Disney is not the most magical place on earth when […]

Healing… slowly.

Driving back from Columbia, I had an epiphany…. I was letting someone else run my life. It shouldn’t have been surprising; I’d been doing it for awhile.  When I was a kid, I just wanted to be everything my parents expected me to be.  I wanted to be things they never even knew I thought […]

When Hope Dies

We’ve moved into casual conversation land.  I don’t know when it happened or how I feel about it but yesterday Ex called to check on J and we managed to have a conversation that didn’t end in my wanting to curl up in a ball and die.  That’s got to be progress of some kind… […]

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