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I'm at a point where I wish I could disappear without hurting my children. I'm so exhausted.

Admittedly sad. But a reminder that my life doesn't need social media. This encourages me to live my life with LESS social media and to be MORE social in person.

I prefer being told that a relationship is ending than being ghosted. But it doesn't hurt any less. I grateful for the closure, though.

Looks like 2025 is the year my heart will shatter and be locked away in a box.

Waking up with swollen eyes that hurt wasn't on my Christmas list. Last night was hard. To anyone else who cried and is feeling ugly, you're not alone.

Growling at your wife bc you don't know which of the 2 suitcases your kids' clothes are in while the family is supposed to be vacationing is NOT COOL.

Long fucking day. Basically working from 7:30 to 7 today (did some volunteer work) but he didn't pack. He left his clothes in a pile so *I* had to fold and pack his stuff along with my own and the kids. I should at least be grateful he sorted the clean laundry and packed the dog food. 🙄

Realizing that I've been accommodating him and his schedule over my own really hurts.

well fuck me. I'm starting to see that he expects me to be more considerate and accommodating of HIS schedule.

When I take you, I'm going to take you all fucking night. You're going to be my favorite fucking toy...my wet, perfect plaything... This is living rent free in my head for a while.

As I get older, I find that I sleep better WITHOUT pants on. Warm or cold, I just sleep better without pants. 🤷‍♀️

Single mom mode is changing to to married single mom in 7 hours. I can either go workout or cuddle with my kids. I'm choosing to cuddle because I'm cold.

Coming to the end of my single mom time and here's what I learned: I'm less stressed without him here. My kids are more relaxed without him here. The house is less chaotic and more quiet without him here. The house is cleaner and more organized without him here. Nothing fell apart. We're fine.

Sometimes, believing in someone isn't enough. They have to believe in themselves, too.

Listening to him admit that he couldn't process and still hasn't processed trauma from years ago frustrates me. Even more so when I've suggested he get help but he refuses.

Realizing that I make an ex's SO insecure even though I'd never touch him again is kinda empowering. Like girl... I know better. My standards are so much higher now.

I will never claim to be an influencer, nor do I want to be one. But I treated myself to these new workout leggings and I feel festive!

A week home, just me and my kids. No husband. This has been the least stressful week of had in YEARS!

I will go full submissive for the right man. So far, none of them have been right.

Single mom mode officially activated. Kids and I are gonna have some fun!

Someone told me they weren't romantic. They don't know how to be. But to me, romance is the intimacy of small moments and gestures that include holding hands, being given a favorite snack when I'm feeling down, even random head kisses. Romance isn't about grand and expensive gifts or gestures.

Spending this Thanksgiving without my partner for the 1st time in 20 years. This just hit me.

A mid morning tryst and nap can significantly improve the day.

No truer words after I hit 40 🤣

Ooh, who took my picture this morning?

Why am I never good enough? Why am I not enough?

I know things are getting seriously scary when my own therapist starts venting WITH me about current events.

I probably shouldn't be rewatching The Handmaid's Tale because I can feel myself being triggered.