How the hell did I get here?

The details will all spill out in time, but my high level introduction goes something like, “I’m Kristan. I’m an unexpectedly single mom raising 3 kids. I was a stay at home mom until my ex decided to leave, so now I’m a full time working mom. I’m the oldest of 5 kids from a pretty dysfunctional home, just learning at 37 how that impacted every part of me and how to live my best life. The worst things have always made me stronger. Come at me, bro.”

How’s that for an intro? Why in the hell are you still reading? Don’t worry, I got you… it’s going to be a ride. I’ve always been told that I should write a book on how crazy shit has been around me and I just give the “Hah… yeah, well…”

You’re probably here because you’re in a shit spot. Someone hurt you. It’s probably someone you really love, huh? You’re probably desperate to change them, to save what you thought your life was going to look like… SURPRISE! I was there. Googling how to save the relationships I thought I couldn’t live without on my phone, in bed, barely able to open my puffy, cried out eyes. I was willing to do anything, give away every ounce of dignity to hold things together. I didn’t find too much in the way of support or hope, and I feel like I’m a pretty good google-er.

When I did find information, it was always some bullshit Bustle article about what to say/do to get your man back. Buy this book for $75 and I’ll email you once a month with some douchey tagline that’ll actually stunt your healing and make you feel like a failure…. and I can even make it auto-renew for you! I mean… I considered it. For real. How fucked up is that? Really fucked up… but at the time it totally seemed reasonable. I bet you were looking at some of those click bait sites that popped up on your Facebook feed, weren’t ya? It’s all good. We all go through some shit. I feel you.

I forgot to mention, I’m pretty real and say a lot of swear words. If that’s not for you, that’s cool… feel free to move on. If you’re still here, grab a beer (or mixy, or a glass of wine) and hang out for a while. We’ll laugh, we’ll cry, we’ll talk about all the real shit and in the end we’ll become the people we were always meant to be when we were kids, before we laid those plans. We get to become again. Thanks, curve ball. You brought this bad bitch back and I’m bringing ya’ll with me.