Two years ago today, Flea Market Guy and I were having our last big blowout. I was done with all of his drinking. I was

Just a Woman Navigating this Optimistic Mess called Life
Two years ago today, Flea Market Guy and I were having our last big blowout. I was done with all of his drinking. I was
We made the decision, as a family, to move brother in law over to his mother’s house during this COVID-19 pandemic. From watching the news,
We finally started tapering the buprenorphine per Brother’s doctor’s orders. I think in his mind it was going to be excruciating, but it turned out
Flea Market Guy and I went to the fair. It’s odd how normal things have been. Well, I don’t really know if they’ve been normal,
Today marks 2 weeks of Flea Market Guy’s sobriety and almost two weeks of us living together. Both have been surprisingly pleasant. I think part
I took my, now usual, Sunday trip to Nashville to see Joe. It usually always goes the same way. I drive there with my heart