I divorced a narcissist, went through family court hell, had to undergo a successful transference of my meager resources to a man who already had more than enough (since Mommy Millionaire loves to infantilize her grown son and keep him Married to Mom) AND ALL I GOT WAS A COOKIE! I am not even kidding.… Continue reading Fuck-You Cookies
Who knows what was in the tiny, nearly imperceptible heart of Projection-Zilla the day she left Fucktardia. Surely it was some primal, ancient urge that caused her to actually feel some of the pain she’d caused her scapegoat. This pain was unacceptable to her as she stood primping in the mirror, and later arrived late,… Continue reading In Which Projection-Zilla Leaves Fucktardia
It’s 2017. Women continue to face the paradoxes of gender oppression. We can be CEO of a company on one continent and victims of genital mutilation on another. We’ve come a long way baby yet I sit and listen to a woman who just gave birth talk about not having custody of her other children… Continue reading WHY MUST A MAN BRING ME COFFEE?
The threads of our lives really are like webs. When one is traumatized in childhood, one does not gather memories along those threads to weave into your life. One gathers terrors, and fears, and triggers. One gathers sense impressions that are indelibly marked into your biology and that you must work to extricate, to bring… Continue reading Size Does Matter
Fudge, fudge Call the judge Daddy is divorcing mommy wrap her up in motions filed send her to the garbage pile one-she won’t matter to you or anyone else twins-I’ll take away everything she ever had triplets- I’ll provoke her, ignore her, come out smelling like a rose fudge, fudge, call the judge Daddy is… Continue reading Fudge Fudge Call the Judge
He still gets to me. Just seeing him evokes all the well-placed anger, the displaced anger, the hurt and harm, the utter hatred I am capable of. I hate him, like I hate my father. And I hate myself for hating anyone, for hating at all. I can psychologize and rationalize my way to empathy,… Continue reading He Still Gets to Me
Lately there’s been an email exchange between me and my ex. There was an issue with our communication and the kids and he said he didn’t want to go back to court because it was expensive. Now, this issue, on the surface, looks like I am the aggressor and he is the victim. It’s… Continue reading A snake is a snake