It’s My Birthday, and I’ll Blog if I Fucking Want To

Insecurity, failed attempts at managing anger and omissions versus a genuine love and compassion for one another, just trying to find the right balance and emotional stability while caring for three littles and a teenager. We’ve been dating a total of six years this coming August. Although we had our daughter together four years ago,…

In the First Degree

The new redaction of me is not going to go as placidly if I’m always second-guessing this relationship. It’s straight fucking disturbing to be looked in the eyes and lied to by a grown man as if he’s a child! Not your mother, doll. You’re not in trouble! I stand five foot, five inches. But,…

Projectile

In today’s culture, if you talk about how hard motherhood is or the toll housework takes on your body, then you’re showing weaknesses. I say Fuck That! Talk about it because it’s crucial for survival in your own life. If I were to admit the amount of coffee I’ve drunk in 24 hours, one might…

Shot dead

The hurricane in the Gulf. My Dad is calling me, telling me to prepare. I don’t want to Dad! All that I want to do is watch Southern Charm. I hate how impatient I’ve been lately with the kids because of all this emotional bullshit and, so tonight I let them help make the messiest…