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 →
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 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 →
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 →
I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 18. I was more anxious about my first kiss (which occurred a week before my 18th birthday) than I was about losing my virginity. I figured out at a very early age how to give myself orgasms. I didn't know what it was at the... Continue Reading →
What a difference 24 hours makes (referring to yesterday's blog post vs today's). I have insomnia. I can fall asleep but wake-up after a couple of hours. I'll stay awake for 2-3 hours and fall back to sleep about an hour before having to get up. I actually prefer the nights when I wake-up and... Continue Reading →
Dating after loss is weird. It's nothing like the dating I did during open marriage time and separation phase. Probably because I was still attached to my husband and didn't take it seriously. This "real" dating is just fucking weird. When I first made an effort to start dating, I went in it with a... Continue Reading →
After all the heartache I have experienced I can be thankful for one thing, I know what I am and am not willing to put up with. Through all the good and bad parts of my marriage, through all the dates I went on during my "open" marriage, separation, and dating after my husband's death,... Continue Reading →
Now that I am forced to date again, here is another list of personally observed red flags! Tries to get you to have sex with him in a coffee shop parking lot on a street bustling with nightlife. Texts, "Let's fuck," after 5 message exchanges. After he ends your "whatever it the fuck it was"... Continue Reading →
Lost in Resolute Reverie 