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Something terrible has happened. I have become one of those mums who harps. Constantly. In the direction of my child. Be patient, I tell her, a dozen times a day. Are you listening to me, I ask, at least 20 times a day. I don’t like doing it. It’s not fun for either of us. [...]

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I was unnecessarily harsh with my mum last night when she called. But, really, the platitudes? I’m so tired of hearing them. And then she chose to ask under whose supervision was I when I decided to stop taking the Zoloft… I did. I made that decision. I haven’t seen my psychiatrist since I had [...]

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There are a million and one reasons why I left him. I remember telling him that if we were just friends – never mind husband and wife and parents to child – I wouldn’t put up with the constant lying and broken promises. Let’s not even touch the topic of manipulation… On Tuesday he called [...]

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It’s fairly straight-forward. A list of 100 items that describe children. My task is to circle numbers. 0=not true (as far as I know). 1=somewhat or sometimes true. 2=very true or often true. Here are the 2s: afraid to try new things avoids looking at others in the eye can’t concentrate, can’t pay attention for [...]

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I have a dream …of gathering all the women I know in one room so that we can solve the world’s problems about mothering and childcare and feminisn and schooling and juggling it all and co – parenting and mental illness and recovering from trauma and talking back to the experts and healing from toxic/negative [...]

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I had an interview today. A support role for a social/human services agency. I fit the demographic of the population they serve – women-led families with addiction/mental health issues.It’s a 6-month contract and it would come at a good time. My EI ran out last week (surprise! never mind that late August date listed on-line! [...]

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Here’s where I’m at. I’m no longer interested in co-parenting. Fuck it all. There are two ways to go about this: 1 – I seek sole custody. 2 – I give The Former Mr sole custody. I don’t think co-parenting is working anymore. I spend the better part of our week together trying to re-enforce [...]

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Our conversation went like this: Me: I think The Mook has pink-eye. Him: Do you have roaches? Me: Roaches? What the hell do roaches have to do with anything? Him: You can get pink-eye if you have roaches. I’m not saying you have roaches. But do you have roaches? Me: [stunned silence at his stupidity] [...]

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When The Former Mr and I split, he agreed that he did – in fact – owe me money. About $7000 that he had borrowed from me via my line of credit. (Holy shit, was I dumb.) To which I applied interest – the same rate I’m being charged by the bank. It’s at $8400 [...]

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If there is one thing that bothers me about my parents, it is that they never noticed the depression. I was nine years old when it started. Spending far too much time in my room. Crying. Alone all of the time. So, when my friend Sandy (social-worker-at-large) posed a question to me last night over [...]

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