The time has finally arrived for me to leave Germany. Tomorrow, I get on a plane with my Emma and head home to a new life. I am struggling to decide who I want to be when I arrive there. I have an opportunity to redefine myself, therefore redefining acceptable ways for people to treat me. If I go back the way I was when I left, then nothing will have cha
SO, I'm freaking out. I don't know for sure what day I am leaving Germany because the military won't let me schedule my flight yet. As a matter of fact, I had to give them a ten day window so they can try and schedule me on whatever they want during that time. I had planned on leaving on the 12th of March, but who knows now. I still have so much to do. I'm finish
That is so great!! Maybe because last year was so hard, this one is going to be super easy!! Maybe....
I'm so happy for you two. You totally deserve this great house after all the hell you went through with your last one. Congratulations!! Dagny
My soon to be "not my husband" is supposed to leave today for two glorious weeks. TWO WEEKS! That's two weeks of a clean house, no yelling, no arguing, no tons of laundry (cuz he's worse than a woman), no shitty guilt inspiring nasty comments, no glued to the computer or playstation, no everything. Oh, privacy, I adore you. How does a marriage come to th
As a militay member, I am currently stationed in Germany. I've been here for almost a year and a half now. I've been back to the States twice since I've been here, but never for long. So, in case you were wondering what someone misses when they are overseas, I've compiled my own list: Olive Garden, outlet shopping, my money being worth more than 74 Euro ce
The New Year has begun, and with it, I have started anew. My soon to be divorced husband saw an email to my sister saying that I would probably be home in April. He sat and brooded on this information he stole from my hotmail account which I thought he didn't have access to for several days until it exploded New Years Eve. I told him yes, I was ready to leave this
SO, with my marriage slowly rolling to the jagged end of a cliff, I took my wedding ring off. I had'nt planned on it because I don't want to get hit on, but, he said he was taking his off once we returned to Deutschland, so I did too. Of course, his mind has changed and it's been this daily nagging about, "When are you going to put your ring back on?" Well figure i
Alright, hum along with the tune..... Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble! If I stay there will be double! So you got to let me know.................. Should I stay or should I go now? This indecisions killing me. If you don't love me set me free....... So that's where I am today.
Freedom has such a bitter taste on days when you don't want it. From day to day my mind does gymnastics around this concept of divorce. I don't want to be divorced. I don't want to be a divorcee. I don't want to have to check that box that screams, yes, I'm a failure at marriage for all the clerks of the world to see and pass judgement on. This is only one side o
So, here I am on my first blog. Shall I be witty, angry, clever, upset? Dare I say happy? No, I dare not....be. Life right now is such a reach. Down, down into some recylable paper cup where little straws taunt me. Pick me! Pick me! You insane momma! Well, I'd truly love to select one, but I'm terrified of the results. I stand at the brink of divorce after only two years. I
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