HOUSE OF KB

I have always wanted to write. I have, actually, for years. But I don't think the adolescent ramblings of a tween or the documentation tendencies of a young adult count. I've recently reread them. So I can tell you, they don't. Now I need a place to be free. Unfettered. As I figure out this new space and place in my life. Newly single mom. Business owner. Mother. Daughter. Sister. Friend. But no longer wife. Grab a cup, sit on the comfy couch and chat with me.

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When what now becomes what next.

He we are. 2 and a half months adding on finding a new family normal to trying to find a new life/world normal. First thing? Bedrooms have been drastically altered. After the first affair and separation, I got a new bed and rearranged our room. I need it to look as different as I needed it to feel. This time? Well, the room isn't that big and I thought a new start would be better than a new look. So the boys and I switched. To be honest, it is a better fit. The layout of the

That's the Stuff.

Come to find out, little babies are just little humans. Their personalities all wrapped up and ready to be unleashed, I mean, discovered as they age. Each of my three are incredibly different. No surprise there. But there are also threads that run through all of them. Mainly their sense of humor and propensity for love. Maybe it's nature. Maybe it's nurture. That has never been solved and I am not going to throw my hat into that ring. So however they come by it, my three KBs

When what if becomes what now...

I can tell you that, from my experience, the second affair is not as hard as the first. I don't really know why. Maybe it's because the world never righted from the first time. Maybe because I kept a part of my heart protected just in case. But mostly because I think once it happens a first time, there isn't that assurance that it cannot or will not happen again. I don't subscribe to the once a cheater, always a cheater edict. Obviously. Otherwise we wouldn't have reconciled.

I write now...

Like for a job. I have written for a long time. Forever actually. But this blog was my safe space. The way I moved through the stages of hurt and healing. It made money, yes. Some. Still does. But now I write for a magazine. That's right, your girl is a bona fide freelancer. I am good at it. I love it. It makes me happy and has reignited my desire to start writing here again weekly. In face, there are four weeks of Wednesday posts in the queue. But for now? May I suggest hopp