*Title in homage to Samantha Irby and her chapter titles (if you read this, I adore you) I’m in the middle of a massive fibromyalgia flare, which isn’t surprising given the amount of stress I’m under. At least I got to enjoy book club and some amazing Indian food before it hit; but let me…
Airing of Grievances
I can’t finish renovations on my house, and can’t even hang stuff because some painting needs to be redone. All because my piece of shit, abusive ex-husband is trying to force me to sell. And the magistrate sided WITH HIM (poor disabled Veteran card, I’m sure), so now I have more to pay in attorney…
The Shame of Poverty While Being a Single Mom
Watching and reading Maid by Stephanie Land resurrected memories of those rough couple of years after kicking out Preston. I was jobless (because he’d convinced me to quit my job and become his VA Caregiver, which never happened), living with C-PTSD from his decade of abuse, and he decided to just stop paying child support.…
Deconstructed Yoga Mom 