“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing,” he says.
And we both know that he’s full of shit, although only one of us has any clue to what extent.  And it’s not me.
He folds his arms across his chest, a visual cue that he’s closing himself off from me.  He smiles a little to reassure me, but he doesn’t [...]

My therapist described it as going up a mountain.
Right now, it feels more like falling on my ass.
Over
and over
and over again.
Unless you’re rock climbing, you don’t go straight up a mountain.  You go around it.  And it can feel like you’re just going round and round in an ever looping circle.   You can pass by [...]

I’ve written a lot of really personal stuff here.
I’ve talked about my marriage – the good and the bad.  I’ve documented my depression as it was happening.  I’ve used this blog to communicate with my husband via “open letters“, often revealing on the blog things I couldn’t say face to face.
And yet, yesterday, I wrote [...]

You asked me this morning as you were leaving if I was mad at you.
I told you I wasn’t, and I meant it.
I also told you that I was just stressed, that I was carrying a lot on my shoulders right now and it was hard.
You told me to let you take some of it. [...]

One of the benefits of an overpriced hotel room on Park Avenue is a well stocked mini bar.  While Holiday Inn would stop at $5 water bottles and $3 bags of peanut, the 70 Park Avenue goes the extra mile with Patron, Red Bull, and king sized Snickers.
And Intimacy.
In a can.
Apparently men and women have [...]

If you tell me that you like my earrings, I’ll tell you that I got them for $2 at Claire’s. And probably point out that they are fake.
If you compliment me on my outfit, I’ll let you know that I need to do laundry. This is the only thing clean.
If you tell me [...]