The Hag Rags
Meet the hags. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Little did they know how right they are. Married, divorced or somewhere in between, these gals have plenty to get off their chests. Read the daily rants from The Hag Rags.
I'm Kiki. My fairy tale with J-Fed ended as quickly as it began. After almost a decade together, my prince turned into a frog. Or was he always a toad? I'm not really sure. But we definitely have a non-divorce divorce. Some days, it's hard to figure out if we're together or apart. While most divorces signify the end, that's not my case as I continue to deal with the Fedster on a daily basis. Check out the ongoing saga of how I contend with a 5-year-old, an infant, two dogs and an off-the-wall ex. It's the ultimate love hate relationship.
Recent Posts:
Angry Birds
All Good Things Come To Those Who Wait
J-Fed The Space Case
Hi there! I'm justiceandtruth, and I DID divorce him! I was with my ex-husband for 12 years. In a nutshell, he drove me completely batty and pulled stunts the likes of which you have never seen. It is my pleasure to share some of those funny, sad, awful, and hysterical stories with you.
Fortunately, I am now remarried to a wonderful guy. I'm here to tell you that life can, and does, go on. But that's not to say we can't look back at the past, shed a tear, and have a good laugh or two. The past may be painful, but I assure you that the future can be bright.
Recent Posts:
Oops!He Did It Again
When Does The Pain Go Away?
More Reflection
I was never supposed to get divorced. I thought I'd stay married forever like some Catholic delusion. Well I was up to my hoo-ha in a full-scale remodel when my husband of 15 years blindsided me and decided to bag the marriage. Now I feel like I'm starring in a bad, Lifetime Channel, Made-For-TV movie. Please join me on this strange journey as I learn to navigate all the new emotional and social paradigms.
Recent Posts:
This is so messed up...
What now? Time for some reflection...
An off-key eHarmony experience.
I didn't want a divorce. It was thrust upon me. I self-identify as a lonely, single, divorced dad, street prophet and visionary. How do I maintain the energy to keep such a lofty agenda? Lots of humiliation, coffee and cigarettes with a touch of dark humor to stir the pot. My only son is my life and my stability. My ex-wife is my former life. My new life is defined by a sundry of characters who keep things interesting.
Recent Posts:
The Doctor Is In
Divorce For Dummies
The Perfect Job
I never planned to get married at 19 but when I came up pregnant, it seemed like the right thing to do. Mr. Perfect and I said "I do!" after only knowing each other for 3 months and it took us only 3 years to say "I don’t!". Now I’m a mom of two navigating a new relationship, returning to college and trying to deal with the baggage Mr. Perfect left in his wake.
Recent Posts:
I'm Sick Of It...
Telephone
It's Finished
Just call me Mrs. Hyde, as in the wife of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. My husband has horrible mood swings and depending on which way he's swingin', I either love him or want to kill him. This is my third marriage and his second -- so we have plenty of baggage between us. In his previous marriage, he thought fighting like guests on a Jerry Springer episode was normal. So if you see a man outside screaming in front of the neighbors, throwing things around, tearing out of the driveway at midnight, yep... that's my husband.
Recent Posts:
Partners In Crime
The Big One
Dance Class Don't
I'm Enjoli. I'm a child of the seventies. Don't remember Enjoli? Check out
this link. I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in the pan, clean the pan, put the pan away and then tell the ex where to find it when his sorry ass makes it off the sofa --which isn't often. I was married for 9 years, together for 12, to a man-child that my family refers to as Mr. Lacking Originality. I have two kids ages 3 & 6 that I am basically raising solo – 1,500 miles away from family and my closest friends. And I hold down a high-profile, intense career with ice queen poise. Come join my whacked-out life as my ex drives this debutante princess, right-winger through White Trash Hell.
Recent Posts:
Married Men & Divorced Women
Let's Sling Some Mud, G-Man
G-Man & The Bed-Breaking Ceremony of 2008
I got married at 20. My high school sweetheart and I had dated for six years. Many people warned me of getting married young. However, I knew they were all wrong. I was in love, prince charming was perfect, and we were going live happily ever after. Now only months after the wedding, my perfect prince has become someone else. Read my stories of how I come to terms with what I thought my married life would be like compared to what it actually is, and how some days I still see the man I fell in love with and other days I wonder who the hell has taken over his body?
Recent Posts:
I'm Going To Do It
Maybe or Maybe Not
One More Try
Welcome to my self-diagnosed bipolar life. Seven years ago I married a man who I didn’t love and didn’t love me, but I was young, optimistic… and pregnant. Today, three beautiful children later, I am the epitome of the foolish, forgiving wife. I take him back at every turn and truly believe that somehow it will all work out because I love him -- all the while bitching and checking up on him on a daily basis. Take this journey with me as I move my family into our first home, built on a foundation of love, rage, joy, distrust and complete happiness. I am the true definition of a Pessimistic Optimist.
Recent Posts:
Baby Boy Has Arrived
Too Little, Too Late, Too Soon
Home Sweet... Apartment