My youngest son is studying Spanish, and complaining about it every step of the way. I don’t blame him. I think some people are hard wired to learn a second language and others not. He & I are in the not category. Helping him learn Spanish though, has led me to ponder English. I’ve heard … Continue reading What Did You Say?
Wake Up Gurl!
Where Does all the Anger Go?
I am So, So Mad. I'm mad at my ex for reeling me in, taking me down, then leaving me. I'm mad at the stupid women who engaged my ex in his narcissistic need for constant esteem boosts, believing it was my fault our marriage sucked. I'm so mad at myself for believing it was … Continue reading Where Does all the Anger Go?
Saying Goodbye To My Inner Julie
I spend a lot of time wondering how I missed it. How did I miss that the man I married didn’t love me, I wasn’t his soul mate, he didn’t like all of the same things I liked. He chose me for what I brought to the table. I was chosen to be a Nanny, … Continue reading Saying Goodbye To My Inner Julie
When Therapy Fails It’s Time to Bail
Lest I sound cavalier I’ll state for the record – I Never Wanted A Divorce. I wanted a healthy, happy, supportive, productive marriage. I got none of these. After a year and ½ of separation, even though we are no closer to divorce then we were a year ago, I have become an advocate of … Continue reading When Therapy Fails It’s Time to Bail
Wading Through My Marshes
This is how I plan to wade through the marshes I have been stuck in. In the center are the reeds that make up my marshes. Each one has a person's name, an event or an "issue" I need to deal with. I'll choose a reed each day for my mediation practice. If I feel … Continue reading Wading Through My Marshes
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Being romanced? Tune out the words and look at the actions. His words told me that all he wanted was a nice quiet family life, with a woman he loved and children who adored him. His words said all he needed was to come home at night to family dinners, then watch some family shows … Continue reading Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Year One
I stand where I am and survey the landscape. My landscape. The ground had grown around me and become my roots, roots that hold me down, keep me still; mired in muck. Around the roots are the marshes, closing in on me, swaying in tandem with my body, closing in on me when I try … Continue reading Year One
Groomed but Escaped 