It was a dark and boring stormy night...

It's a dark, rainy and quiet night here in my TinyMidwestTown; (and Friday, the 13th! I ain't no fool - I'm staying in tonight, lol).

a girlfriend (not like that, but rather in the classic-heteronormative sense) sent me a selfie of her pouting as though to say, "wish you were here!" or, "wyd" (what are you doing?)

"Parker is mad cuz I won't let her go to a sleepover."

I replied with several Mommy Dearest references and memes; then some legit advice, though I'm not a mother (yet):

"Keep telling her that she's extra loved tonight - how fun to be together - it's so cold outside."

"We're drinkin' pop and watching Harry Potter."

Four kiddos as a single gal.

Dang. Hard work, that must be.

She's holding it down like a champion, though.

"Whatcha doing?" my girl....... friend asks.

"I started a new blog."

Then gave her the address.

A big step for me, as all my other blogs have been anonymous: imagine how it feels never having given a soul my blog address and then you wake up one morning and 3,000 people have read your tiny little divorce blog... it was a little unnerving actually. 

The divorce blog:

I write without reservation on my other blogs ⬆️, so I'm nervous for the time being while I adjust to lending a bit more of my identity to this one. 

Gulp.

First of all, I don't use real names, instead opting to lend my friends, family and foes terms of endearment such as "Dear Tea Drinker", for one of my most cherished friends who drinks tea like we breathe air; 

the "pitbull" in referencing one of my ex-wife's attorneys throughout the divorce; 

and assorted pig-latin equivalents that weren't very nice (but well earned!).

It was cheap, sweet divine therapy to immortalize the profound doggery throughout my divorce on the pages of an anonymous blog. Di-v-ine.  

Another big step for me- deciding if I would swear in this blog. 

"What if my professional development contacts at work find this blog?"

Answer: they get to live vicariously through me. Not worried. 

"What if I can't run for city council someday because of all the swear words I used in my blog?"

Answer: seriously? Get over yourself, girl. You ain't running for anything but a 5K and you walkin'. lol.

I won’t be swearing either way. Not my style, nothing really to swear about. That dogged divorce is in the rear-view, and then some.