Marriage 2.0
Sometimes I wonder how the hell I got here. How did I end up with four kids and four dogs and husband 2.0? You'd think that at 45 I'd finally have my shit together but I'm still as flaky and undecided today as I was when I was 25 and contemplating marriage for the first but not last time. I'm seeing a therapist. I resisted this final nail in my proverbial mental health coffin until I just couldn't deny that if I didn't offload this crap to someone, I might just explode. It's not helping. Duck for cover.