Uh, hello. It’s been a while. Maybe you’ve learned by now that when I stop blogging, major sh*t is going down. And honestly, it’s mostly because I don’t know what to say and/or I don’t want to be a total Debbie Downer. Anyway, I’m back. And I’ve got to catch you all up on some crazy hilarious weird stuff.

Wow, I don’t even know where to start. Let’s go back to almost one year ago because f*ck me, I got married. Yep, that’s right J and I got married. By ourselves, on a beach. No one knew. One friend guessed, but she was the only one. We couldn’t have a big wedding (thanks covid) so we thought we’d elope and then have a big wedding later. I bought a beautiful dress and hired a makeup artist, an officiant, and a photographer (Daniel Stark is incredible). Here are some of my favorite pics:

It was so f*cking fun. Seriously, I loved it – even though it was freezing cold and raining and my dress was about 200 pounds after it soaked up an hour’s worth of rain/sand/ocean. Yes, it was also August – and f*cking raining. Welcome to the Oregon Coast.

I moved in with J in September and in June, I left him. Not even 10 months after we got married I moved into my own place. That’s right, I’m now getting divorced. Again. Am I surprised that we’re not together? No. Am I surprised that I married him? Sometimes. Our relationship hadn’t been good/healthy in a very long time and I kept hoping things would change. They didn’t. As you probably saw, I’ve been quite the sh*tshow in the last four years – I mean, I lived in a f*cking trailer for a while! WTF?!

I’m not going to get into all the details here, but I had not been happy in a long time – despite all my efforts to make things different. And now that it’s been a couple of months, I am happier than I’ve been in years. It’s taken a lot of work, including all the hippie woo-woo stuff like journaling, meditating, affirmations, walks, therapy, and a lot more therapy.

I’m living on my own (well, with little Tot) for the first time since I was 23. I love it. And I’m so proud of myself. It was so difficult to leave, but I knew I would never be happy and life’s too short to be in a bad relationship. I hope you hear that, LIFE IS TOO SHORT TO BE IN A BAD RELATIONSHIP. Also, it’s f*cking awesome to live by yourself.

Oh, and if you’re wondering, I told my family that I got married after I told them I left J. By group text, LOL. I think they were all confused. Sorry, mom and dad. And no, I’m not dating. I need a break. If/when that happens, I’m sure it will be interesting. And I now have some great photos for my dating profile – maybe I’ll title my profile “Third Time’s a Charm!” LOL.

I was going to write about a lot of other stuff, but I’ll save that for another post. I think this is enough for now. Oh but here’s an adorable picture of my niece Kennedy:

Yes, she’s 25 years old now. Wow.

Thank you for reading, I’ll be back soon!