PTSD is a Real Bitch

My reality today differs from a year ago. I’m not the same person, because both my truth and beliefs have drastically changed. Unfortunately, I can’t fight reality. With so many things out of my control, I try to control who I’m around. I’ve become so accustomed to being alone that most people’s energy disrupts my... Continue Reading →

My Neighbor is Still a Creep

My patience is hanging by a thread, and I feel like I’m about to come undone. Like I’m about to totally lose my shit on someone. The pressure is so intense, because I have no control over some things happening to me. Besides my health issues, I’m still dealing with a disrespectful, creepy neighbor who... Continue Reading →

My Creepy Neighbor Without Boundaries

Now that I’m sober, I didn’t think I would gaslight my creep detector until I recently found myself in an uncomfortable and vulnerable situation in the privacy of my own backyard. This is something I needed to discuss in counseling, because it was a traumatizing experience. No matter how much I think I set boundaries,... Continue Reading →

Men Never Cease to Amaze Me, Either

Isn’t it strange how and why we remember certain incidences?  One in particular I’ve recalled over the years happened during a college class in the 1990s. On a nice day, our instructor taught in the outside atrium, which doubled as a hallway for students. That day, the class consisted of all women, most of which... Continue Reading →

Men Are Bad For My Mental Health

This is going to be a rant, because I’m utterly pissed off!! I’ve decided that men are bad for my mental health. If I felt better, I would have walked off some of my irate feelings towards Florida’s abortion ban proposal in the Women’s March over the weekend. Besides governing women’s bodies, the downright creepiness... Continue Reading →

Another Creepy Nice Guy

When I was in my early 20s, I worked as a secretary for a large company. Even though we had about 100 employees, not a single guy there piqued my interest – until one came in as a temp.  About 10 years older, he was a pilot fresh out of school, and his appearance caught... Continue Reading →

Nice Guys Aren’t Always Nice

A few people that know me personally but haven't seen me in years and read my blog have expressed to me in the past that I need to stop going after “bad boys.” I found their comments odd, because  I don’t date bad boys and never have. Are they visualizing me with some bad-boy biker... Continue Reading →

Breaking Things & a Broken Marriage

As I’ve been writing about my marriage, I hadn’t realized there were so many unresolved issues. It sucks that I couldn’t talk to Bear about things that really bothered me. If it was something  he did that bothered me, he ended up throwing a fit and refusing to talk about it. (When he did that... Continue Reading →

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