My intention with this site has always been to share my struggles and how I’ve worked through them so that others who are struggling may see themselves in my experiences and borrow from what’s helped me. My target audience is my global sisterhood – it’s not those who have created hardships for me to overcome. And yet, I’ve censored my posts to protect their identities from themselves.
Tragedy struck my world exactly one week ago in the home that I share with my boyfriend, his children, and my daughter, and I was forced to surrender my beloved rescue pup Damsel. [Please know that I was a foster fail and the rescue is a no-kill nonprofit. Damsel is not in any danger of being put down.]
The grief was overwhelming.
Five weeks ago, I moved in with my boyfriend. He recently bought a bungalow in Chicago, and what was once a household of two became a household of five.
It’s what I wanted and let me be clear – I adore the hell out of him – but it’s caused my stubborn AF inner control freak to nearly lose her mind.