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Fifty’s Spot
It was the first Sunday in January 2022. The gentleman I was dating and I decided to take our relationship to the next level — introducing our dogs. He had a six-month-old Vizla named Jackson, fresh from New Zealand. We needed to see if Fifty would tolerate the baby kiwi. I hoped the foreign passports…
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Le Divorce
You know, nobody gets married thinking they’ll get divorced. Even knowing it’s a possibility (I mean, let’s be honest, the odds aren’t great), you still don’t think it’ll happen to you. But then it does. I’m divorced. Finally. Almost three months since he signed, six months since he was served, nine months since I paid…
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A Good Boy Until the Very End
“Fifty, Fifty, you’re my very best friend. Fifty, Fifty, and you’ll be ‘til the very end. Fifty, Fifty, you’re my very best friend. Fifty, Fifty, and you’ll be ‘til the very end.” I made up this little song about four years ago when Fifty was around ten or so. Knowing that I was on a…
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The Gaslighter’s Agenda
I don’t even know if I’m going to hit publish on this or not, but I’m feeling my feels, and I need to let them out, and this space is my therapy, my meditation, my moment of zen. Today, I went to my storage unit and pulled out two large suitcases of G’s clothes. I don’t…
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You Can Run, but You Can’t Hide
Here’s a fun fact about Sweden, everyone’s personal information is available online. Like you want to get someone’s address or phone number, find out their birthday, or even whether they own or rent, Google their name, and BAM. Because of this, a handful of friends and family have kept me abreast of G’s life and…
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Mojo
You know the thing is, like 90% of the time, I’m fine, good even, but when I have to deal with anything that puts me back in Gregory world, where I have to think about him or the ordeal he’s left me in, it messes with my mojo big time. And these past two weeks,…
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Lucky
This is a story about a girl named, Lucky. This is a story about me. I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, right? It’s hard to imagine that through all of the drama, and the gaslighting of the last few years, I would consider myself lucky, but I do. The past few weeks, months,…
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Enough is Enough
You know, nothing really prepares you for seeing a blown-up photocopy of one of your wedding photos in a police file. But there it was, sitting on the table in front of a detective at a Garda station in Dublin. Back in November, I decided that enough was enough. My husband has gotten away with…
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Maybe the Cruelty Was the Point
Since we’re approaching Christmas, I’m going to tell you about the horrific emotional journey my husband took me on in December 2018. As always, take a deep breath, light a relaxing candle, pour yourself a drink, or do whatever you need to do to center yourself. Prepare to be flummoxed and possibly infuriated. In September…
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It Never Stops
OK… First off, I’m sorry that this has become my personal vent space, but I haven’t found a therapist that I vibe with yet, and writing about this has been so very cathartic. Also, some recent events in my life have occurred that have forced me to finally do the much-needed emotional unpacking of years…