Hot Divorcee Summer
Well, this is awkward.
The last time I wrote here, I was six months pregnant, nesting, manifesting in isolation and apparently very confident that I had some idea where my life was headed.
Six years later, I have two little boys, a career I care deeply about, significantly stronger opinions about boundaries and I'm getting divorced.
So naturally, I decided it was time to start again.
Welcome to Hot Divorcee Summer. How does that song go? It's 7 pm Friday. It's 95 degrees...
Before anyone gets too excited, this isn't going to become a divorce diary. There will be no weekly villain report, no cryptic play-by-play, and no attempt to convince the internet that one person was right and the other was wrong.
Some stories belong to more than one person. Some belong to my children. And some simply don't belong on the internet.
But my story still belongs to me.
And somewhere between the life I thought I was building and the life I'm building now, I realized I missed writing it.
So, am I searching for a pineapple?
Absolutely not.
But apparently, I'm still searching. And for the first time in a long time, I'm pretty excited to see what I find.
This one is short and sweet but more to come.
- KM
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