On Demolition and Reconstruction

I’ve written before about whether people can change. I can’t bring to mind exactly what conclusion I came to then, but I feel safe assuming that it was something along the lines of “only if there’s both a significant external event and a coincidental longing for change.” And I suppose I was probably correct, though…

Welcome To My Year

Dear Reader, In my 30-something years of living, I’ve spent a lot of mental and emotional energy fretting over what people thought of me. I imagine that I’m in pretty good company, and I’m guessing that you can relate to the pointless, thankless expenditure of wasted energy that’s required to manage others’ perspectives. Hopefully you…

Cliffhanger

I haven’t really wanted to write this post because I know it will push me to directly confront some realities I’ve been dancing with for a moment here and there before moving onto something less gloomy. The problem is that cracks are forming in my relationship with The Leo, and they’re causing me to re-examine…

New Roots

Back a million years ago, in the early days of my marriage, just before the first time My Ex threw my rose-colored glasses on the ground and stomped on them, he and I bought a house. It was a cute two-story place, sage green with a dark green door, a roof with a whimsical slant,…

Aftermath

What did I think would happen? I used romantic comedy references to explain how I was feeling, but I certainly didn’t expect a romantic comedy resolution (which, by the way, would have looked something like The Voyeur showing up at my doorstep, offering a short, dramatic monologue before telling me he loved me too, a…