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Where I went and why I’m back…
A few months I stopped posting to this blog. I kept another one going. One that felt more uplifting to me. One where I could post more freely. I was worried about my husband or his family finding this blog. I noticed some of my friends started piecing it together. Now, I’m back. Mostly because…
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To Be Seen

There is a moment that alters you when you finally feel seen by someone. Especially after being deprived. A touch lingers a little longer. Eye contact becomes more intense. They laugh at your jokes. They respond to you with curiosity. You excitedly talk over each other, not out of rudeness, but because you’re both thoroughly…
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I go back to December (actually September-December) all the time
It’s my own fault, although, I’m trying to have grace. Leaving an almost 10 year relationship, with kids, isn’t exactly a walk in the park. I feel like I’m relieving those 4 months that really solidified that I needed to leave. It’s almost like Groundhog Day. The same conversations and arguments that go unresolved. Almost…
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Hope is a sneaky bastard…
Hope can be a wonderful beautiful thing… But sometimes hope is one sneaky bastard. Hope can keep you somewhere you don’t belong for too long. “Maybe it’ll get better.” “Maybe he’ll hear me this time.” Sometimes in order to heal you have to let go of hope… Sometimes you need to realize the current situation…
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Reclaiming Strength Through Running: A Personal Journey
I’ve always been a runner. But somewhere between babies, broken sleep, and giving so much of myself away to people who would never return it, I lost her. Not all at once. Just slowly… quietly… like something I told myself I’d come back to when life settled down. My body became something different in those…
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Transforming Bedtime Fear into Magical Moments
I was running on five hours of sleep. The kind where your eyes burn a little and everything feels just slightly too loud.The kind where even small things feel like too much. I had taught all day, my students were wild. Then, came home and immediately went into mom-mode. And then—of course—monsters. Not metaphorical ones.The…
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My Unexpected Fantasy Era

I used to be so sure of who I was. Not in a deep, existential way—just in the small, everyday preferences that feel fixed. The kinds of things you don’t question because they’ve always been true. I wasn’t a fantasy person. I liked things grounded in reality. Stories that felt possible. Relatable. Familiar. I would’ve…
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Navigating Nonlinear Divorce: A Journey of Self-Rediscovery
The author reflects on the complex journey of contemplating divorce, especially with children involved, while dealing with a partner exhibiting narcissistic and alcoholic behaviors. Emphasizing personal growth, self-rediscovery, and establishing boundaries, they acknowledge the challenge of navigating timelines in life and advocate for prioritizing one’s own well-being amidst uncertainty.
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Sometimes One Phrase Wrecks Your Plans
Several weeks ago we talked about divorce mutually. I was excited, I was happy. He was going to do this peacefully. Thank god. But I think he saw I was ok with it. I think he was hoping for chaos and pain. I was calm. I was hopeful. So he threw out, “ok I’m going…
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The Weight I Carry
My boys think I’m stronger than daddy— stronger in arms, stronger in mind, stronger in the way I hold the day together like thread through unraveling cloth. But they do not see the invisible weight I carry— the late-night thoughts, the silent calculations, the way my shoulders ache from lifting what has no shape. They…
