My Withdrawal

 

I debated telling you about this.  It’s not my usual sort of thing at all.

 

But then I remembered that time I got the disastrous Botox injections that melted my face and made my migraines worse; specifically, I thought about all the people who commented on that post, or contacted me about it, and all the people whose heartbreaking search terms lead them to it every week.  I thought about that and I thought, “I wish someone had told me five years ago what I know now!”

 

The decision sort of made itself after that.

 

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Complicated

 

Friends, I hate to do this to you again but I don’t have a funny today.

 

Husband is fine.  I’m… physically healthy.  I’m sat right here[1] on the couch beside him watching him get murdered by dinosaurs in pursuit of… other dinosaurs.  It should be a lovely evening but I’ve got a migraine and a tummy full of knots from a full day of crying and drama and more crying.

 

It was a hell of a weekend and I find all I really want in this crazy fucked-up world is to tell you about it.

 

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