Oh Sunday.

To say I’m heart broken is an understatement.

I find myself in the awkward position of not knowing what to say.

Life will go on. Just don’t tell me to smile. I’m determined to save those for my daughters. They’re the reason I refuse to be dragged down. I’ve suffered and have had to deprive them of too much.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Georgia.

This post isn’t about Paleo or fitness, my disheveled looks, or terrorizing kids.

This is about love. The beautiful beginning and inescapable end.

My father is a cheater. My mother is a forgiver.

I promised myself and my little universe that I would never cheat. What do you do when cheating is not an option? What do you do when after trying and trying to talk and work through things you’re constantly shut down or labeled as 5150?

How are you expected to try your best when you’re not taken seriously to begin with?

How do you survive living day after day feeling like an underpaid nanny?

What do you do when you can’t keep Georgia off your mind?