A friend suggested to me, in the terms of relationships, that jealousy is very much a social construct and is not a productive emotion. On a lot of levels, I absolutely agree. I’ve been doing my best to catch myself when I feel the pull of jealousy in many areas of my life; It is
There was a time, when I was that haughty, nose in the air, self-righteous asshole with her baby latched to her tit, telling you how important it was to breastfeed, and only breastfeed your precious baby. And yes, if we met at the park, I was going to tell you about it. I was converted
If you check the messages on my phone from the last two weeks, you would most certainly find some ranty, explicit laden texts to my best friend about how my husband wasn’t doing enough around the house and how I was ready, so fucking ready, to just let hell open up and swallow him whole.
On my kids fighting with each other over every fucking thing: “Could you guys act like you enjoy each other’s company for just five minutes? Ten would be great, but I’m all about setting low expectations so we all end up feeling accomplished.” Because plate manufacturers don’t seem to understand that rainbow
When life gets rough, I like to take it out on my body. During my childhood, I took to dying my hair, mostly red because I desperately wanted to have Ariel’s hair before I even know that hair dye was an actual thing. Before I divorced my ex-husband, I pierced my nose. I pierced my