Please bear with me, I am in the process of taking this information to TikTok as an animated series and then YouTube. Series from beginning to brutal end to come Winter of 2025. Hopefully my divorce will be finalized by then!

Before I dive back into this circus so you can see the full tragicomedy of how we landed here and how I plan to crawl forward, let me set the stage. Today marks the grand premiere of “Moving On: The Detox Edition.” Spoiler Alert: I’ve still got emotional baggage to unpack—because surprise, surprise, Monday hit…

Jumping to present for a moment—because who has time to stick to the past when the present is throwing a party right now? So, boom! Last week, Heartbreaker the Asshole drops the bomb that his paycheck is gonna be short. Naturally, I thought, “Oh, must be the part-time gig!” Nope. Full-time job took the hit…

So, 2021 decided to throw a wild party and forgot to invite happiness. Heartbreaker did another 180, but somehow managed to land on the “not-so-great” side. Finances played the ultimate rollercoaster game, our relationship with the boyfriend was like a Wi-Fi signal—on and off—and we had to move. Again. After a decade of paying a…

Alright, buckle up. I remembered how I found out about the conversations with the ex. So there I was at Universal Islands of Adventure in Orlando—Heartbreaker’s idea of fun was hopping on a rollercoaster. Me? Nope. I’m the official “I’ll hold your phone and stuff” person because, ya know, I’m smart. While he’s screaming his…

So, picture this: May 2020. I can’t remember what I was doing—probably binge-watching something or trying to adult—but I got hit with a wave of suspicion. You know that feeling when your gut says, “Something smells fishy,” and you’re not even near the ocean? Yeah, that. I decided to play detective and pulled out our…

2015: So, I had this unshakable rule: no boyfriend drama was allowed to crash the family party. Family was the VIP guest list, no exceptions—even with Heartbreaker’s ongoing jackassery. But then the boyfriend started turning into a bit of a diva. He lived in Georgia, and whenever he visited his family, I turned into a…

Sorry for ghosting on Monday updates—I was in a car accident and my right arm, aka my typing sidekick, decided to stage a rebellion. To add insult to injury, my dad’s cancer took a scenic detour to his lymph nodes. So, if you could send some good vibes and prayers his way, that’d be awesome—he’s…

2018 showed up like that surprise party you didn’t want—full of drama and awkward moments. We fought like cats and dogs, but somehow, the war ended before the next episode. The arguing dialed down, but life was still a hot mess. Now, don’t get me wrong, I know marriages aren’t exactly a walk in the…

Before we dive in, let me first apologize for being late with the next chapter of my saga. Life decided to hit me with a combo move like it was auditioning for Mortal Kombat. The work week? Oh, it didn’t just get away from me—it sprinted off into the sunset without leaving a forwarding address.…

Fast forward to July 2012, just before we were set to get married, we had a massive fight. It got so heated that I cleared out his closet in one dramatic swoop (something we laughed about later). Why didn’t I see this as a second red flag? I’ll never know. My bad. There was another…