Confessions of a Mediocre Widow
I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to forgive Brad for suddenly leaving me with three children under the age of five, no job, and a mortgage on a house that we bought because he liked the location. Oh, I know it wasn’t his choice. It’s not like I sit around picturing him up on a cloud in a chaise lounge, fruity beverage in hand, waving down to me and saying, “Have fun down there!” But there have been moments of deep darkness—as I figured out the bills, health insurance, and child rearing alone—when I have wondered if he didn’t get the better part of this deal.
Writer. Mother. Widow.
Amateur wine-taster in the $10 or less category. Founder of theWiddahood.com and perpetual humor seeker. Louisiana native, but Colorado resident. Social media addict and law-bender. (Not really. I just wanted to see if my parents were paying attention.) Slaughterer of song lyrics. Searching for truth, justice, and the perfect shrimp po’ boy.