I'd like to get one thing straight, I don't 'hate' or 'disklike' men. In fact, I love them. I think men, as a whole, are pretty awesome. I was married for 18 years (together almost 20). I have a great relationship with my dad. I am a self-described, 'Daddy's girl.' My dad is the stepfather... Continue Reading →
I might want a man (at times) but I sure as FUCK do not need one. The more I attempt to date, the more I realize emotionally immature, insecure men are the ones who desire to be needed in a relationship. They have the need for a woman to be financially dependent on him. Men... Continue Reading →
If you have something to say to me, use your words. I am not in the mood to decipher nuanced bullshit and innuendos anymore. If you want to roll into my DMs at 1:39am saying, "we should talk," then fucking talk. Use your big boy words. I am not into the middle of the night... Continue Reading →
Relationships between people (friends, family, romantic) who claim to care about one another are not meant to be transactional. There is no you scratch my back, I scratch yours. That's business. Business isn't about the human experience. If you're doing something for a person you "care" about with the expectation of something in return (no... Continue Reading →
I began taking improv classes at Push Comedy Theater at the end June of 2018 during my separation. About a week into classes my husband and I decided he would be moving back in on Labor Day but until then would continue living our lives as separated. I'd already become hooked on the culture and... Continue Reading →
Troubles, they may come and go, but good times they're the gold. Steady as We Go - Dave Matthews Band I've been thinking about this lyric this morning, but instead of "troubles" I kept thinking "people". Some people enter our lives with such positivity that we cannot imagine they will ever leave our lives so abruptly... Continue Reading →
I am a firm believer in a woman never "asks for it." It doesn't matter her occupation, her manner of dress, or her behavior, if a woman is sexually assaulted it's not her fault. Period. End of story. As someone who feels so strongly about this, why do I blame myself when I get emotionally... Continue Reading →
Anxiety fucking blows. My anxiety is in overdrive right now. I put myself out there with someone and I feel like I am in a constant state of fight or flight. My muscles are tense, my stomach is in knots; I don't want to eat, my heart is beating faster, not racing, just faster. I... Continue Reading →
It wasn't perfect. Not even close, but it was ours and I miss it everyday. Especially the good stuff. I miss: The way he'd massage my back. Usually because he wanted sex, but sometimes just because he wanted to. Falling asleep with my leg touching his. His body heat, especially in the winter. The way he'd... Continue Reading →
A friend of mine sent an Instagram reel to me of Chris Rock's stand-up. Chris said, "Love hard or get the fuck out." This is a concise statement of how I want my next relationship to be. https://www.instagram.com/reel/CpDwQaQOtFb/?igshid=N2Q2MGM2OGQ%3D Love Hard or GTFO If you want me, show me. If you are not capable of that, then... Continue Reading →
Lost in Resolute Reverie 