Good Luck, Other Woman

Sometimes I write and write and feel like I've never really gotten to the heart of the matter.  This blog is like that.  I feel the message I'm trying to deliver, but my words feel inadequate, shallow, frivolous.  I'll keep going, but I know that on some level I am blocking the root issue.  Maybe … Continue reading Good Luck, Other Woman

I Think I’m The Problem

It's not a far-fetched idea, that I am the problem.  I'm the one here with my boys, day in , day out.  If they are on the edge, teetering between happiness and misery, isn't that my doing, not the ex's?  He's not here to influence them - I am.   And it seems that I'm … Continue reading I Think I’m The Problem