special

I quit therapy because I’m special. I’m not like all the other women who have been cheated on and then divorced. I’m different. My therapist kept bringing up boundaries. The concept of boundaries conflicted with my sense of self. I don’t have many boundaries. I mean, I do have some boundaries. For instance, if you are married to me and you have sex with someone … Continue reading special

I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love again

Deb was standing at the chain link fence in the dirt where the grass won’t grow. We dodged our kids scootering in the alley behind our condos. “Do you want to know the hardest part about being divorced?” I wasn’t certain I wanted to know. I had been separated a couple of months and the wounds were oozing and gaping. I could not handle any … Continue reading I don’t think I’ll ever fall in love again

The Bathtub

I wrote this piece for my writing class. Spring of 2018. I still get these feelings like I’m going to need to crawl out of my own skin. Like I can’t possibly be a person in this moment, in this skin. Like this body, this life didn’t work and I have to get out. I have to escape. I picture Mexico for a minute and wonder if I should take the kids or leave them … Continue reading The Bathtub