Navigating Heartbreak Hotel
Check in is mandatory, but room service involves a lot of ice cream and questionable life choices.
Activities at the hotel include:
Competitive staring at old photos
The “What if?” Olympics
The Midnight Pity Party
And we can not be without the Social Media Scroll of Doom. Thankfully, we did not have any social media presence in our relationship!
About Me
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because Rica (that’s me, still fabulous at 49, thank you very much!) is about to spill all the tea – lukewarm, slightly burnt tea, perhaps – about my second attempt at happily-ever-after. Spoiler alert: It ended in ‘happily-never-again.” Get ready for a front-row seat to the glorious train wreck that was my second marriage and its spectacular swan dive into the divorce pool. We were both Olympic-level goofballs, and trust me, the foolishness was plentiful. My only hope is that somewhere between my tales of marital mishaps and questionable decisions, you may bust a gut laughing and with a little WTFs along the way. Consider it therapy for us both! So, lets start with this comedy of errors!
Step right up, folks! Prepare for Tales of Marital Mayhem
Alright, buckle up, because stepping into my shoes isn’t just a leisurely stroll—it’s a rollercoaster ride with no safety harness. Toss out all your preconceived notions, because my world is a bizarre mix of triumphs, mishaps, and questionable life choices. You’ll soar to exhilarating heights, where everything feels like a victory parade, only to plummet into depths so low that even my morning alarm sounds like a personal attack.
You’ll witness moments of pure joy—think uncontrollable laughter and ill-advised dance moves—alongside the occasional existential crisis that makes me question if gravity itself is out to get me. Every wild twist, embarrassing blunder, glorious win, and epic failure will be served up for your viewing pleasure.
So, are you ready to experience my story in all its chaotic glory? No refunds, no take-backs—just vibes.
Oh, what a treat I have for you! Every Monday, my blog rolls out a fresh, riveting chapter of my story—think drama, intrigue, and possibly some overly dramatic existential musings. I’d be absolutely thrilled if you stopped by, grabbed a metaphorical bucket of popcorn, and immersed yourself in my narrative.
And hey, if you find yourself hooked—grinning, gasping, or muttering “what is this person even doing?”—feel free to spread the word! Shout it from the rooftops, text it to your group chat, or casually mention it in a conversation as if you’ve uncovered the internet’s best-kept secret. Your willingness to share means the world to me (and guarantees more people to join in on this rollercoaster). See you Monday! 🚀
NOTE: This blog is for mature audiences only! If you are under 18 years of age, this blog is not for you!
Please click on “Read More” and then double click on each title to read the next chapter in the my story.
“From ‘Rica’s life is a soap opera’ to ‘OMG, mine is too?!’ A collection of reader confessions and slightly unhinged moments!
“Warning: May spontaneously buy plants and take up weird hobbies: My hilarious journey from heartbreak to “Wait, I’m actually kind of awesome!”
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Reflection
“So, I’m reading through my posts, right? It’s like archaeology, unearthing the fossilized remains of ‘Us, Version 1.0.’ I look back and think, ‘Awww look at that sweet, slightly clueless doofus I married!’ I genuinely appreciated that early model – kind if like a vintage car that ran beautifully…until some gremlins (aka, life and maybe some questionable decisions) got under the hood. Now it’s a bit sad looking at those old photos and re-reading my post, like seeing a majestic unicorn turn into a slightly grump donkey. Where did my sparkly pony go? Did he trade in his horn for the devil’s two? The feels are real, folks – a potent cocktail of ‘aww, bless his heart’ and ‘where DID it all go wrong, you magnificent weirdo?’