Do I keep an open mind or do I stick with my standards? — My brain needs a reset from my dating path. As I divorced, I primarily saw the same guys (Thomas and occasionally Impotent Sean) for almost a year. After those ended, I jumped in heavily with Vance. …

Another Date With Another Mediocre Guy. — Why am I going out with Steven? He’s average looking. He has facial hair in all his pictures, which makes me think this isn’t a Temporary Pandemic Beard. I fucking hate facial hair. …

I will never stop wallowing. — This isn’t a fancy article for a publication. This won’t be proofread. There are 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’ve wallowed plenty…

Lessons from dating the most boring man alive. — In my younger days, I read Seventeen and YM magazines. Because they were ever so progressive, they provided dating tips for teenage girls. One gem repeated in every issue: don’t talk about yourself and make sure to ask him questions. Because it’s never too early to make sure men know…

It was an odd night. — For fun, I tried something new with dating. I decided that I’d say “yes” to anyone who asked me out. Fuck it. I needed the distraction during the nights away from my kids and the bar is low. Buy me dinner and call me pretty. That’s it. That’s the bar. …

It’s a foreign and unsettling feeling. — I haven’t lived alone in twenty years. It was a fantasy. To have utter silence and the ability to control my environment. As I’ve lamented relentlessly, the loss of not seeing my children daily gutted me. When the fantasy became a reality after divorce, it was a slap against everything…

Dear Diary… — This isn’t a fancy article for a publication. This won’t be proofread. There are 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 always wonder…

Damned if you do, damned if you don’t. — The problem (of many) with divorce is that it leaves you alone with your thoughts. Before Covid, my only solitude was the drive between work and picking up my kids. I had a solid 20 minutes to cry and scream in my car before putting on the mask of sanity. …

I don’t know how to structure my time. — Before my 50/50 Divorce Life, I wasn’t a married mom. I was a single-but-married mom. My ex-husband, Joseph, worked far away and wasn’t around. I handled our son’s autism treatments. I handled all things related to insurance. I filled out hundreds of pages of forms every few months and then…