I am catching up on some reading. I flip through the pages of a months old Elle Magazine and happen upon an article. A quote jumps out from the pages. “There are two main reasons people cry: Being separated from an intimate relationship or feeling powerless.” – Elle Magazine I can only agree heartily with…

I am on the phone chatting with my friend “Nellie.” We share two different realities with one common denominator. We are both husbandless. “Nellie” lost her husband too early in life. Me, I am losing mine because of divorce. Despite the fact that “Nellie” and I have arrived at the same crossroads for different reasons,…

There are so many things that I wish I had known long before my marriage began to fracture. I wish I had realized how critical it was to demand certain things. More importantly, I wish I had known that it was anything, but selfish to do so. Why? It was critical for the relationship to…

I sit at my computer this morning and all I can think is… What I really want to tell you is that I feel awful. I look awful. That divorce has kicked my butt. Only it’s not really divorce. It’s another human being’s unresolved feelings that have turned this into a catastrophic, emotional war and…

This morning I sit with my computer on my lap and my chocolate lab, Hazel nuzzling next to me on the couch (I know I’m a bad mother – she’s just so cute). Anyway, I knew what I was going to write about today. I typed notes into my phone last night at midnight. Only…

A friend said recently that they wondered if there were a possibility that my soon to be ex-husband and me might work things out. Surprisingly, this is something I have heard more than once. The answer is no. All the kings horses and all the kings men could not put Humpty Dumpty together again. Even…

“So when IS this divorce finalizing anyway?” asks my friend Rosalita. I want to answer her. The truth is I dragged this out for so long (the not leaving part – not the actual getting the divorce part) that I am like a dinosaur – the AOL of divorce. The poster girl for “how not…

Any one who knows me will tell you that I have always been a cup is half full kinda girl. They will also tell you that my cup went from ‘runneth over’ to spilled, dumped, evaporated or a liquid ‘desert.’ I went from emotionally hydrated to emotionally dehydrated. It has taken me a long time…

My marriage counselor welcomes me and I make my way to the couch. He closes the door and then finds the way to his chair. I often say that this is my personal oxymoron, ‘marriage counseling’ by myself. I am in the middle of this divorce and this is still where I seek counsel. We…

I pick my son Danny up from the house of a friend. The car is quiet. “I love you,” says Danny. He shakes his head back and forth with awareness of the words that have just left his mouth. “That’s a habit I picked up from you,” he says with some teenage agony. “One of…

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