What I miss about being married. I miss the security of it. I know that sounds funny after what I wrote in the blog introduction, but the truth is I miss the illusion of security. I miss feeling like I was in this game of life with my spouse by my side, and it was...
I’m in charge of my own schedule. I am in charge of what I do with my life. I don’t have to clean men’s dirty underwear and socks. I don’t have to clean up after a man. I’m in charge of the remote control. Well, at least until my boyfriend visits. I don’t have to...
What’s up with all these labels we slap on other people and make them live with, like the label is the sum of who they are? One of the times I really felt the sting of a label was when I got the “separated” title slapped onto me. My X#2 wanted a divorce. I get that....
I’ve been wondering why I have been so resistant to the label “single.” Here’s what I came up with: I feel like being single is a flashlight to the world that something is wrong with me. If I was all right, I’d be plugged into the traditional institution of marriage,...
Marriage. Done it twice. What wisdom did I gain from twenty-three years of devotion to that institution? No two marriages are alike. In my first marriage I was held as an organizing genius. I had my stuff together and he admired that. Second marriage I was...
Facebook Party for Silent Cries by Anastasia Alexander
