We had another uncoupling moment today - the second to last bit of administrative work that will really be the end of our marriage. I didn't really think about it, but put on jewelry as I was getting dressed, including my engagement ring, which I have taken to wearing on the middle finger on my... Continue Reading →
Want to know the fastest way to confirm both that you are a horrible, shallow person and that you will die alone? Try online dating. My new plan is dying alone and/or asking people I know to introduce me to people I should know. In the meantime, allow me to reduce an already insultingly reductionist... Continue Reading →
You're allergic to apples? No way! *I'm* allergic to apples! Dog is cute. You play tennis? No way! *I* play tennis! He seems like he went to a good school and has a good job. He's hot and has a Spanish name. Medical professional probably means doctor and not drug rep, right? He has a Spanish... Continue Reading →
I've been crying intermittently for the past two weeks. Uncontrollably. Sometimes the timing, other times the volume. And this is not who I have been. Ever.
My first high school boyfriend ended our relationship in a most spectacular way. I used Morrissey to get through.
I'm certainly curious about what it will be like to date, so I asked a girlfriend if she might like to go to my club to watch the football game this weekend. Maybe, I said, there would be some guys there.
Ma'am, are you real busy right now? This was not the question I was expecting from the AT&T service tech now that my internet was up and running and I was holding the door open for him to leave.
So many lessons come out of the process of divorcing. This one is called examine why you are holding on to what you are holding on to and be sure it's what you need.
When you're taking apart your home, some things can wait. But consider the consequences of leaving someone else's art collection up.
Midway through the divorce process, it became obvious that most of my underwear was at the end of its useful life. It was time to shop.
So . . . Things Are Different Now 