My former address, a domestic violence survivor, and my IRS check collide.
If you have been finding yourself asking "Is It Over?", you may find your answer if one or more of these signs is visible in your relationship.
Yes, I know, it sounds as though I'm kidding, but I swear this time I'm totally serious. Maybe I've been late to the designated meeting point the last few times, but I've been doing much better about being on time. That's a lie. I'm still perpetually late.
After watching these red flags accumulate to the point of swallowing the room I crammed all of them into, I decided I would be constructive. They reminded me of all of the things I ignored as I willfully walked into misery, time and time again.
I should know. I've dated for 15 years, and 92% of them were more toxic that the sludge being dumped into the Springfield river in The Simpsons intro.
Sure, I cried a little. And then, after catching sight of me in the mirror, I dabbed at my eyes, straightened my posture, and walked back into the reality where he never should have stood a chance with me.
Let's talk about internet folk and social media. Again. Because it's pretty evident some of you broads in the back were not listening when I gave this advice the first time around.
I'm well known for not doing the smartest thing, but this here just earned me a tiara and a sash. I really don't know what to say for myself.
In honor of Valentine's day, I'm just going to love myself the way one of these morons should have loved me.
After all of our ups and downs and ons and offs, I have decided that Love and I are through for good this time.
So, you've decided to hand over all of your personal information to some guy on the other side of the screen? Can we talk for a moment about why that may not be a great idea...?
I have organized and managed teams of mechanics that were beyond skilled, and never had so much as a hiccup in terms of managing teams of men as a young female in manufacturing and transport management. But my dating life? It couldn't manage it's way out of a paper bag. What if I did this....
We've already covered the basic safety points for being a woman at any time, anywhere. So let's look at our home, and whom we invite into it, in person or via the internet.
As often as I'm told that writing can be cathartic, I found today that although I tried to write the horrible feeling he left me with out of my being, I am better off just avoiding the topic at all.
In this age, what exactly do I, a capable, intelligent single woman actually need a man to do for me? Is there something in Santas sleigh that I legitimately cannot get for myself?
Year after year, it's the same question. Am I coming alone? Will there be a need for an extra plate? Am I ever going to have a plus one?
Now, years after the death of my stepfather, my molester, it's easy to forget the hatred I harbored for him. But, my mother? Who excused it? Overlooked it? I cannot find it in my heart to begin to forgive her behavior.
The most horrific day in my life...the days SIDS took my daughter.
After my last 4 year horror story of a relationship, someone asked me why I felt I needed to stick it out so long just to prove there wasn't anything worth saving. What is it about letting someone spiral, when that seems to be the only solid plan they have, makes us feel that we owe them something?
While I'm often the target of men that don't agree with my outspoken viewpoints, I was shocked at the number of "yeah, what he said" women who show up only to insult me. Do they just hang around, waiting for an insult to tack their two worn pennies to?
In todays world, women cannot sit around waiting for some knight in shining armor to rescue them. Today, we need to be ready to save ourselves, and swiftly.
Oh, joy, the holidays have come again. What? I meant that. Somewhat. OK, you caught me, I am already over the stress and mayhem, but I'm going to grin and bare it. Also, I'm going to make gorgeous cocktails and slam 2 of them in the kitchen before serving anyone else. Fine, 3. Who's counting?