Sunday, September 21, 2014

Dating, With Kids

The Boyfriend and I were having a tense conversation.  Nothing dire, just the kind of tense that happens when blissful twosomes butt up against the rest of the world.  We were at my house, and I knew we needed to have this conversation, so I asked Daughters Younger and Elder to excuse us for a few minutes while we adjourned to the (quasi) privacy of the patio.  Ah, Suburbia.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Top 6 Reasons Why She Didn't Leave

Every now and then I get a little reality check, a little comeuppance.  See, for me, one of the best parts of getting older is that it's given me increasing control over who I get to (or have to) spend time with.  And generally, I guess I spend time with people who have a certain level of empathy or at the very least understanding.  Plus, I never read the comments on online forums.  That helps immensely.

But after the video of the "minor physical altercation" (as described by his attorney) in which 212-pound NFL running back Ray Rice punched his fiance in the face so hard he then had to drag her unconscious body out of an elevator, I made the mistake of reading some comments.  One theme cropped up.  In the words of one particularly pithy idiot, "Staying is the same as asking for more."

Now, I assumed everyone knew this, but let me set the record straight for those of you who aren't familiar with how partner violence works:  Abusive relationships don't start with a KO in the elevator. 

Monday, September 1, 2014

The Shortest Distance Between Two Points

I write about a lot of shit.

I mean, forgive me for stating the obvious.  If you've been reading this blog, you know that already.

And sometimes people wonder why.