My Bag

I had left my husband, but I wasn’t gone. I was being held hostage by the choices before me -take cover in an unhappy marriage or become a single mother again. I wasn’t brave enough to choose the thing that would set me free. Where I’m from, one of the worse things you could be…

They Will Ruin Your Life

I was certain that I had done all of the things “they” tell you to do to make the fairy tale a reality. I went to college, earned a few graduate degrees, got married (twice for good measure), and birthed over the recommended 2.5 children.  So, how did I get here?  Here, on the porch…

The Beginning of Everything

I pulled up in front of the home that we once shared. It was a beautiful day in May.  Under normal circumstances, I would take a moment to appreciate the warm blanketing from the sun. Not that day. I was fuming! I’m sure he could feel the heat as I repeatedly knocked on the door.  I…

30-Day Notice

The first few months of living in my furniture-less fortress provided the much needed respite from my life as a wife and mother.  I rose early in the morning to go to the house to make breakfast.  I would go back in the evening for dinner and the bedtime routine.  Our hope was that the…

Get Out!

I never, for one second, thought about staying. I spent the next day moving money around, closing joint accounts, and shopping online for places to live. We were still in the aftermath of a snowstorm so I applied for an apartment nearby sight unseen.  That’s how serious I was about getting out of there. Why wasn’t…