Deuce. Deuce.

When I began this blog I referenced it a couple times on IG, saved the link in my bio and publicly outed it on Facebook once. As far as my promotion efforts go I didn’t try very hard. I know what it takes, I work in marketing/advertising. I barely attempted to let you know it existed. 

Yet, here you are.

I’m not sure what I really expected. My previous blog was full of random opinions and fluffy content, this one is a whole other story (literally). It’s a chronicle of my life after rock bottom—a journey, still filled with my random viewpoints and personal anecdotes, subsequent to a super fucking serious time in my life. 

I believe it takes a certain sense of humor and strong sense of self to publicly put yourself out there in the same way I do. I have to trust you don’t think I’m some pathetic divorcé on the verge of a breakdown every time I go through PMS. I hope you take my opinions with a grain of salt. I presume you can actually hear my sarcastic tone as you read through my entries. I WOULD WRITE ALL CAPS ERRRYYTHANG IF YOU JUST UNDERSTOOD.

I came across this quote the other day, I think that’s why you read this.

“Remember that people will brag about what they’ve achieved, but they don’t brag about the price they paid to get it. So find someone who will tell you the worst parts of their life.”

We exist in a world filled with vicious social media feeds where everyone attempts to put their best foot forward. It’s not meant to be a stage for negative news, you look like an asshole trying to get attention and people don’t know how to react. Good vibez only and shit. That’s cool, just don’t believe everything you see. I celebrated a dating/wedding anniversary, birthday and went on a complete family vacation all while attempting to mask the demise of my marriage. I was great at creating a beautiful facade. That’s why my separation (and then divorce) came as a shock to everyone (and their moms).

In result I was humiliated, admitting to myself and everyone I knew that my husband and I had failed after trying to convince you (and us) that we were so picture perfect and built to last. Pride is my deadliest sin, I had to swallow all of it (TWSS). Overall the experience humbled me, I came out real as fuck and stronger than ever. So with a little encouragement and support I shared my ups and downs and shitty (but also good) days on this blog.

2 years later and much more encouragement, I'm still here, and so are you.

Thank you for the love, again and again... and again.