Tag: divorce
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Loved?
I didn’t feel loved as much as I felt…needed. As in medicinally. As if my presence was required to not go off the deep end. The deep end of thoughts, and anxiety, and destructive behavior. I couldn’t leave. I could barely go to the store alone. Much less have a conversation about divorce… Any time…
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Nowhere
They hate me. How am I the bad guy? I kept us together. For 15 years I kept us together. I was the one holding the house together with my own two hands as it ripped me apart day after day. She drank herself to divorce and she’s the hero. She’s the victim. How do…
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Kitchen Revelation
We’re living in Sicily, Italy. The people and tight knit helpful community, the pizza, the new friends, the culture, the pizza, the bakeries, the espresso… the pizza. It is magnificent. The first year here has been the best our marriage has ever seen. From my point of view. We’re parenting the most adorable and wildly…
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Divorced
Our fifteen year anniversary was six months ago. I think maybe we went out to dinner. It’s been, such a long road… unpaved, unlit, massive pot holes, people darting out in front of us at night in the dark. A long, rough road. So much has been said. Too much. So much has gone unsaid.…
Dirty Messy Love 