Every time I decide I’m not  going to write, something absolutely insane happens. So much has changed. Somewhere between feeling like my own husband’s mistress and now, everything completely flipped. He’s become unhinged. I’ve had to make multiple police reports, and he’s officially out of the house we once shared. Oh—and because he “felt like it,” he threw out all of my things, even though I had been waiting on him  to tell me when I could come get them. And honestly, it’s n

Okay, okay — I know I haven’t posted in a minute. Nothing too wild has happened, and honestly, I didn’t feel like reopening old chapters. Buttttt… holy moly, I need you to answer this one for me: Am I my husband’s side chick? Yes, we’re separated. Yes, he has a situationship with the girl he stayed in a hotel with when he left us. And yes… he’s also been hooking up with me. I get it — bad on my part. I hear you already. But we’ve known each other since grade school. There’s a

Welcome to the part of my life that doesn’t fit neatly into conversation. I’m a single mom, technically married, emotionally independent, and somehow trying to date without emotionally suing myself later. If that sounds messy, it is — and honestly, that’s exactly why I’m here. Somewhere between parenting and pretending I have boundaries, I’ve been rebuilding a version of me I lost. Not the married me. Not the “before kids” me. Just me — learning how to flirt without guilt, st