I’ve been planning an end of the year post for a while, but after these past few weeks, I really felt like I needed to wrap up what has been one of the most difficult years of my life. The first half of 2015 was mentally exhausting. My relationship with my husband was not in the best place (although we were still working at it) and I was overwhelmed by writing and working full time. I wasn’t taking care of myself mentally or physically and it was taking its toll. I was strugg

Life is weird when you’re going through a divorce.  You break down crying over random receipts, anniversary cards you’ve saved make you inexplicably angry, and as you sort through the spices you’ve meticulously put into nice jars and labeled, you think, “fuck you, I’m keeping the fleur de sel we bought on our honeymoon in Paris”. Spices shouldn’t be one of the hardest parts of this, but somehow they are.  You both love cooking and for years you did it together.  You remember

I’m not entirely sure what the next chapter of my life entails, but some of it is starting to come together. I am going to quit my day job, stay with my parents for six months, and see if I can support myself with my writing.   I considered about a thousand different plans, but this is the one that feels like it’ll lead to a happy, healthy future for me.  Getting an apartment of my own was tempting, but I still would have been juggling two jobs on top of adjusting to living a

There is no way to make the phrase Mr. Vaughn and I are getting a divorce any less ugly.  It’s raw, like the way the spot in my chest feels every time I draw in a breath. It’s been coming for a while.  A few years, maybe. It’s hard to pinpoint an exact time because it was gradual. Neither of us did anything horrible to the other.  But we did neglect our relationship.  There’s blame on both sides. We weren’t communicating well. I missed hearing what he was saying and he didn’t