The surprising way my husband views me sharing our marriage story—especially his infidelity—with the whole world

Once in a while, someone asks me how Mr. Utter Imperfection feels about me writing and sharing our marriage story, especially his infidelity, so publicly. And I love that. I adore it when someone thinks of him, too. Because very few people wondered after my husband’s well-being like they did mine when our story first … More The surprising way my husband views me sharing our marriage story—especially his infidelity—with the whole world

And then we lived happily ever after, said no honest married couple ever. The new—more relatable—fairytale in town.

Marriage is. . . Just leave me alone! Please don’t leave me. You make me laugh and you fill me with sorrow. Would you just shut up? Talk to me, please. Marriage isn’t happily ever after, it’s. . .

“WTF is wrong with you, lady?” and other gruesome moments in the ER—an infidelity story for all struggling marriages.

I microblog (write and share in smaller snippets) over on Facebook and the other day, the Wizard of Zuck showed me this photo—wanting me to know it was my most commented on photo of 2016. Mmkayyyyyyyy??????? I’ll roll witcha, FB. Not sure it’ll be what you had in mind, though. Because this was back when … More “WTF is wrong with you, lady?” and other gruesome moments in the ER—an infidelity story for all struggling marriages.

What good is knowing how to accomplish a task if you never start? It’s more important to just begin than it is to know how to finish at the start.

When we don’t think we can do it—it’s because we haven’t yet done it. After two years of drinking to numb and spending to feel, I’m tapping out of this ping-pong pairing of self-soothing behaviors that really only serve to make everything worse. For a full year. At least. And I don’t yet know how … More What good is knowing how to accomplish a task if you never start? It’s more important to just begin than it is to know how to finish at the start.

That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.