She lives here now

Welcome to She lives here now

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This blog was my therapist’s idea. Apparently, ranting about divorce, teenage boys, and emotional whiplash is more productive when written down. So here I am, typing my way through healing, chaos, and an ungodly amount of laundry.

I have full custody of two teenage boys, which means my life is 50% eye rolls and 50% wondering where all the snacks went, figuring out dating like I'm on a reality show I never signed up for. I’m also rediscovering who I am now, beyond the roles I used to live in, and spoiler alert: it’s a work in progress.

This space became my personal manifesto. It’s where I let myself be honest, and occasionally give decent advice. I don’t have all the answers, but sometimes I share lessons I've learned, and other times I’m just hoping you have the answers.

If my oversharing makes you laugh, cry, or feel a little less like you’re losing your mind, then I’m doing something right.

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