Monthly Archives: February 2026

Feb 23 2026
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divorcery, reduce

A little bit hurt but a lot more free

From the moment the $150,000 in hidden debt came into the light, I knew our marriage was over. I also didn’t know if our relationship was over. I will continue to let me gut lead the way on that.

We signed the divorce papers this weekend. I retained all of my accounts, he kept his debt and I get the house and mortgage.

Right now, we’ll continue to cohabitate and raise the kids together. After a short grace period, he will be responsible for 50% of our household bills and family expenses.

We won’t exist like this forever — just long enough to have the time and space to determine what’s next for us individually and then explore if there’s a future together.

I’ve been clear that I won’t promise to him anything. However, to concede everything to me so I can feel secure is an act of love and a step in the right direction.

And while the last six weeks have sucked in so many ways, I feel free and optimistic for my future — with or without TB.

Feb 17 2026
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depression, divorcery, reduce

Well, this sucks. Advice needed

That was the subject line of the email sent to three women who’ve divorced.

Treads was married to the poster manchild who married someone who always omitted child molester vibes the first time I met him

KC was married to someone who, in the end, bent her to his will because he promised to fight her tooth and nail.

Autumn said it was such a relief to not be married to someone who couldn’t stop lying.

Then there’s SOS. Her now-ex husband kidnapped their children after a decade of plotting to destroy her — with the means to do it.

I recognize myself in these women. These brilliant, formidable women formed from the strongest elements forged in the fire of adversity.

I’ve watched these women shed the bruised and calloused skins of their marriages.

No matter what I choose to do, I’ll be fine. I know that.

But right now, I am exposed and raw.

Feb 10 2026
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divorcery, freeze, mediocre white men, trauma

Here I am

I don’t know what to do. I feel caged by a life of my own making. Would it be better to alone with my kids? What does this relationship bring besides stress? What am I demonstrating to them by how I present myself?

How did I get here?

Why am I again dealing with someone else’s mental illness? Someone else’s victimhood and pity party?

JJG just made CEO and has a $1M lake house. He’s definitely not the answer, but the stark difference between entitled and determined ambition is glaringly obvious.

What choices or signs did I miss?

How did I stray so far off course?

I believed he would be different than other males. He’s not.

He’s cynical and selfish. Immature.

He’s an 18-year-old who wants all the benefits of adulthood and none of the responsibilities. He’s a child playing house. He’s most comfortable being the victim, throwing tantrums, being helpless.

I’m embarrassed to be here.

People don’t change. I know that. People will show you who they are.

He’s showing me who he is what he doesn’t get his way or what he feels he’s owed.

He’s a mediocre white man. He’s a manchild.

If I didn’t consider him live-in childcare right now, I would ask him to leave to give me the physical space I need.

I never envisioned this for myself. Unhappy. Unfulfilled. Alone…again

I don’t know what will turn this ship for me yet. But there has to be more than this.

I’m so tired of this life.

I need to effect change.

People don’t change. People don’t change. When someone shows you who they are — believe them.