Dear Diary…

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This isn’t a fancy article for a publication. This won’t be proofread. There’s loads of typos. It’s just a raw dump of what’s been in my brain for sanity’s sake. Maybe the content will eventually fuel a formal submission, but for now…this isn’t it.

Dear Diary…

Oh Medium…


Six days to go and my irritation is at peak levels

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Less than a week.

Less. Than. A. Week.

That’s how much time I have left until I move out.

It’s Friday night. I have a tight schedule of things to do before I move in. I can’t paint until the fumigation is done. After the fumigation tents are lifted, I…


It’s the final countdown.

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written on Medium. A lot has happened, all of which would be written in a happy snappy Medium article about my new home.

Instead, I’m writing while having a forgotten, but familiar, mini anxiety attack because of my soon-to-be ex-husband Joseph.

For the…


I’m very bad at breakups.

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It’s 7 pm on a Monday. I’m slapping on makeup in a rush to see Sean, a guy I’ve been seeing since last spring.

Here’s the thing with Sean: he’s crazy successful and can lift me with his pinky finger but he sucks balls at communication. Our texts are short…


Dropping the divorce bomb.

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People who say, “don’t stay together for the kids” probably don’t have kids.

Because staying together for the kids is exactly why many people stay together. If it weren’t for kids, divorce lawyers would be up to their eyeballs in business.

The grind of living every day in misery for…


Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

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It’s 7 am on Thursday. I’m downstairs, making my kids’ lunches for the day. Upstairs, I hear my soon-to-be ex-husband coughing nonstop. My blood begins to boil.

While we live together during this divorce, our school routine is for him to get the kids ready in the morning while I…


It was just fine without them.

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I park my car outside the dive bar. My dates with Thomas are always after work because he had to get home to his kid but tonight, he arranged childcare so we could meet at a sexier time at night like normal adults.

We’ve been dating for a few months…


More terrifying than the divorce itself

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I finally get to buy a home.

Finally.

You’re not really separated unless you’re physically away from your ex-spouse. Many milestones are psychologically important when beginning the divorce process but the actual act of displacing yourself…that’s a whole other ball game.

Maybe it’s different for others because they have family…


Dear Diary…

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This isn’t a fancy article for a publication. This won’t be proofread. There’s loads of typos. It’s just a raw dump of what’s been in my brain for sanity’s sake. Maybe the content will eventually fuel a formal submission, but for now…this isn’t it.

Dear Diary…

I want to snap…


Just be consistent for eff’s sake.

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How hard is it for men to be fucking consistent?

If you’re great, stay great. If you’re a douche, stay a douche. It feels like it changes daily.

I’m currently dating a very sweet guy named Thomas. He fell hard and at this rate, we’d live together if I didn’t…

Jennifer M. Wilson

My midlife crisis and adventures along the way. I write because in real life my humor is allegedly too sarcastic and inappropriate. MediumNinjaGirl@gmail.com

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