by webdev | Aug 8, 2015 | Current (crazy) events, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Wine. 'Nuff said., Writer Chick
One year ago tonight was the last time. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I went to bed feeling happy, complete, in love, full of hope. I’m confident that he wrapped his arms wrap around me, and I breathed in, secure in his presence, as I had every day for the almost six...
by webdev | Aug 8, 2015 | My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Wine. 'Nuff said., Writer Chick
One year ago tonight was the last time. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I went to bed feeling happy, complete, in love, full of hope. I’m confident that he wrapped his arms wrap around me, and I breathed in, secure in his presence, as I had every day for the almost six...
by webdev | Feb 9, 2015 | My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
It’s after 5 a.m., and I have yet to go to bed. Fuck. In less than 5 hours, I have to attend a hearing at justice court for Brick 2.0. Fuck. Shortly after that, my older two children return from Brick 1.0’s home, an every-other-week ritual typically served up with...
by webdev | Jan 7, 2015 | Current (crazy) events, My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce
When I was a senior in high school, the “new guy” in school was assigned the locker right next to mine. His last name, luckily enough: Butler. Mine: Byerman. So it was a match made in alphabetical-order heaven. He was dreamy. He was confident and suave. He was...
by webdev | Sep 10, 2014 | My bat-shit crazy divorce
A comment left on The Brick, Part 2: Isn’t this is a grand pity party – what I have to say is not what you want to hear. There is a definitely a lot of shock value in a highly intelligent and educated woman saying, writing, and thinking “fuck” a lot. That’s what the...
by webdev | Nov 14, 2013 | My bat-shit crazy divorce, Writer Chick
As you all probably know, I am divorced. (Remember that pesky brick? Yes indeed, I am epically, happily divorced.) And as you all also may know, I am a mom. (No comments from the peanut gallery about the surprise baby, please…so I’ll be 85 when she...
