Welcome to frustration; Population: Me
I’ve been stewing for the last few days, letting my anger simmer. I know this is a bad thing for me to do, because all it does is hurt me and my teeth (as I gnash them together). But even with steady mantras, such as “I am filled with the love and light of the [...]
AWESOME.
She’s the victim
I have no idea how it happened. I don’t know the lead in, or how they arrived at that fateful moment. Instead, my mind draws pictures using the stories of thousands of girls like her, whose aggressors were nowhere near the public eye. I see the stereotype of a starry-eyed girl, quietly swooning over the [...]
So here’s a thing…
I’ve never thought of myself as attractive, “hot,” or in any way that otherwise remotely defines me, as a person, by my looks. When forced to define it, I suppose I am a sufficiently attractive individual.
This missive is not by any stretch of the imagination a hunt for compliments. I am being frank. I am [...]
You say stepmom, I say stereotype. Let’s call the whole thing off.
On a typical day, life in your world happens as so: You come home from work, and your child won’t speak to you. You get grunts, or sighs, or eye rolling. Her tune changes when daddy is around; she speaks to you and laughs with you and enjoys your company when others are present. But [...]
