Thanks. Really thank you for taking the fact that my husband cheated on me and making it public knowledge.
So I had a total postpartum depression meltdown this morning. It was in the parking lot of McDonald’s of all places.
I had the lovely joy of running into the woman my husband has an affair with today. She was with her boyfriend and their son.
Sometimes not being OK is actually OK.
I have spent much of my life answering the question of “How are you?” with “OK” even when I’m not. I guess my reasoning for that comes from two places. Continue reading I’m not ok, thank you for asking.