“Get Ready for Financial Hell”

A promise my sweet-talking ex-husband managed to fulfill.

To anyone new to Good Grief, thanks so much for stopping by!

I made a promise to myself to show up and share grief once a week as part of my commitment to trauma recovery. Despite lots of people letting me know they want me to take my grief and shove it.

“Stop talking!” said one of the divorce attorneys I paid tens of thousands of dollars. He was an obnoxious dick as he said it, and he hasn’t even been close to the worst of those trying to silence me. At the end of the whole divorce ordeal, I put a pair of socks that read “Stop talking” in my thank you basket to the junior attorney I know he treated worse than me. I can only hope she laughed.

I get it. No one wants to hear about my grief. Everyone wants me to shut up and suffer in silence.

Doing that damn near led me to kill myself and kept me in abusive relationships for way too long. No thanks.

You can take your misguided advice and shove it.

So here I am sharing grief every week as I promised myself I would. Because sharing grief is…