It Isn’t Really a Pear.
The first thing Barb did at the new house was plant the tree on the small sloping knoll in the backyard. Before she unlocked the front door. Before she opened the back of the truck.
A Letter To My Daughter, M; Parental Alienation Is The Worst Part Of Breaking Up
Dear M, I have so much I want to say to you, that I need to say to you, really. I don’t even know if you’ll read this but, if you do, I think it’s best I start here:
A First Visit To Family Court; A Dad’s Perspective
I’d never been to court. I’d never even anticipated going to court, because this was never part of the plan. Even in the contingency plan for if this sort of thing happened (“this sort of thing” being the total annihilation of our marriage, the end of the life I/we had been building, and the utter dissolution of my sense of security and hope for the future) this wasn’t supposed to happen.
Are Lies A Terrible Foundation For A Healthy Marriage
I knew my marriage was doomed before the wedding. Looking back, I knew before I proposed. The absolute first clue should have been that I knew Sasha was a pathological liar. I knew that before we started dating. I knew that before I’d even thought about dating her. And I didn’t care because I wasn’t marrying her for her, I was marrying her because I’d wanted to be a dad.