Monthly Archives: January, 2013
The Great Escape – revisited.
Back in July, my younger brother took me and my best friend, Kate, to Ireland. I know I will write more about it at some point, but the upshot is that, while I was there, I came to the conclusion that I had to leave Mike. I was in this beautiful country with two of …
PTSD
About two weeks after I moved out, I woke up with the realization I could not remember having lived with Mike. It wasn’t that I didn’t know I had, I knew that – but I couldn’t remember details. The best way I can describe it: I had read it in a book, so I knew …
He wins
I was asked by a girlfriend the other day how I can stand being civil with Mike and letting him be “Hero Weekend Dad.” Having some idea what she meant, I asked her why it bothered her so much. It wasn’t fair, she explained, that I have to be the one to make them take …
Resolutions Kept
For too many New Year’s Eves, I have made the same resolution. Like most people, my resolutions were not kept. However, instead of promising to lose 20 lbs, or stop eating meat or go to church EVERY week, every year I promised myself I would leave my abusive marriage. The 20 lbs could stay, but …
I've Loved These Days 