Same Shit, Different Era…

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Edgar Degas – The Convalescent (circa 1872 – 1887)

Today I visited a local museum. Most of the works of art were at least a few hundred years old, some dating back a further few hundred years. Continue reading

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What was my part? And why it matters …

Woman admiring sunset from mountain topWithout fail when I meet a guy who’s divorced, he refers to his ex as a “psycho” and when I meet a woman who’s divorced, she refers to her ex as an “asshole.” So either there are an excessive number of assholes marrying psychos (quite possible) or there are two sides to every story (even more likely). Continue reading

I didn’t sell my soul…I rented it out for a worthy cause!

In a perfect world, after the arduous task of accepting that my husband was never coming back, I would file for divorce and leap into autonomy with grace and courage.

Alas, I did not construct my life in a way that makes the above scenario very plausible. Continue reading

Feeling Let Down…But Turning it Around!

When you’re in a tough spot, people don’t always show up when you need them. In fact, since my life kind of fell apart, I’ve been so disappointed and felt so alienated, it’s been hard to resist becoming a bitter bitch. Continue reading