Asking the big questions, finding the small answers.
How To Tell When It's Time to End a Relationship
My first marriage ended dramatically. I kissed my ex-husband goodbye in the morning and as soon as his car was out of sight, I started packing. I took my clothes out of the closet and laid them, still on hangers, in the back of my car. I threw drawers full of underwear, socks, and t-shirts in the floorboards. I worked quickly, fearing that he would return home before I could leave. Finally, I placed my cat Samantha in her carrier and locked the kitchen door behind me, never to return.
There Are Many Things I Miss About Being Married
It has been three months since my husband did an about-face and refused to continue marriage counseling. Since he told me I was the cause of all his problems. Three months since the last time we slept in the same bed, or shared a kiss, or touched each other at all.
My Fourteen-Year-Old Daughter Won't Wear a Bra
My mother took me shopping for a bra at the first indication that breasts were budding beneath my sweater. The fact that she noticed was embarrassing enough — I’m not sure how I made it through the actual shopping trip.
An Affair to Remember
Remember the day we first met? I was a college freshman, eighteen years old, and working a part-time job at a grocery store. You were waiting for me on campus one day unexpectedly. I should have said good-bye the minute I realized who you really were, but I was curious. It couldn’t hurt to just look, I told myself.
I Met My Ex-Husband’s New Girlfriend
Three days ago, my marriage officially ended. I received an email from my ex-husband informing me that I was a free woman. It was about time. Although we only just separated in February of 2020, our relationship had been slowly dying for many years, bleeding out from a million tiny cuts inflicted by our words and deeds on a daily basis. We had been to marriage counseling three times in the past eighteen years and had nearly separated twice before. On an annual basis, my ex-husband would announce that he was done and our marriage was over, only to stay and tough it out a little longer.
An Open Letter To The Woman Who Waited On Me At McDonald’s This Morning
It was a hard morning. I had just dropped my daughter off at my estranged husband’s house where he now lives without me. A house where he regularly brings new and varied women to spend the night. A house where I planted tulips that I will never see bloom. A house where I left all my furniture when I moved out because it was quicker and easier.