Ugh, I’m Done

I’m drinking my last bottle of bourbon. My boyfriend was supposed to come over tonight but won’t because he assumes we’ll fight again. Here’s what I know. That hurt my feelings. Really bad. And if he has to stay away when he only thinks I’ve been drinking he’s either a royal dick or right. Or…Read more »

I Drank

I went to the doctor Friday and the bilirubin was negative. I was worried for nothing. I was relieved and bought a six pack. I drank it. Saturday night was a date night. Two Kentucky mules at the restaurant and a tiny bit of bourbon before we called it a night and went to bed.…Read more »


When I had Jake it was a c-section and Jeff (his father) was there. I got up to recovery and Jeff left. My mother, who only came down for 2 days, was watching Jackson who was running one of his high fevers. Three days later Jeff returned to pick me up. He wouldn’t leave Jackson.…Read more »