XIII: The Bitter End

On Christmas Morning, we dropped the kids back off to their mom and, unceremoniously, my role as a parent officially ended and my slow slink back toward the single life I knew so well officially began. I had 6 days left with Keith and they were each pretty miserable. Let us pray. Kik: After Christmas,… Continue reading XIII: The Bitter End

X: Life After Breaking Up, Pt. 1

Living with an ex after you break up is like sticking your hand in a wasps nest to find out how it feels to be stung: it's very stupid, very efficient and you'll probably find out that what's living inside is a vicious motherfucker. After three days peacefully navigating the difficult emotions and change in dynamic of no… Continue reading X: Life After Breaking Up, Pt. 1

IX: Falling Apart & Breaking Up

In early June of last year, the night before our 8 month anniversary and my 36th birthday party, Keith gave me the gift that keeps on giving: (not herpes) (emotional herpes?)  Trust Issues. I discovered that for months he'd been "liking" every selfie his old roommate, Hannah, posted on her Instagram and had commented on one… Continue reading IX: Falling Apart & Breaking Up

VI: The Roommate

Despite our instant connection, we didn't actually have much in common, so Keith ingeniously orchestrated a bond way more powerful than having the same interests: he made sure that we hated the same people. When he brought his compelling narrative of victimization to the table, he found in me an immediate ally and our shared pursuit of slaying his dragons… Continue reading VI: The Roommate

V: The First Six Months 

The first six months of our relationship were a total lovefest that we gleefully documented for public consumption on Instagram and Facebook (the photos are now archived in a folder called "I'm a Hero For Not Deleting These"). We were as happy offline as we appeared online. Keith talked endlessly about marriage and at every holiday or special… Continue reading V: The First Six Months 

IV: No One Has Ever Been This In Love, Pt. 2

Knowing what I know now, it's difficult to look back objectively on the time when I was falling in love with Keith. (It's also unpleasant, so this will be brief.) But if I turn off my bile ducts and quiet the voice in my head that accompanies any thought of him (spoiler alert: it's Oda… Continue reading IV: No One Has Ever Been This In Love, Pt. 2