For all intensive purposes, I am a successful, single, well-adjusted 24-year-old living in Austin, TX. The current loves of my life are cooking, baking, and my two dogs. Other than that, I only need a few things to be happy: my friends, family, and the miracle of Zoloft.
That last requirement is more of a recent development. You see, everything was going perfectly in my life in early 2011. I graduated with my MBA, landed a great job in my dream city, and had a big, beautiful wedding to a husband I was crazy about. It was even in a magazine. Before you start jumping to conclusions, I am not a 24-year-old divorcee. In fact, legally, I was never married! Yes, I fall into an elite category reserved for the severely wasted, blood related, and royally screwed over. I got an annulment.
Why, you ask? Well, four months after our wedding, I found a receipt for a hotel room in his name, paid for in cash, dated the night I left for my first business trip. Once I confronted him about that, secrets started pouring out from everywhere. He had been living a double life, whoring himself out on dating sites and using my money to pay for hotel rooms with other women. This had been going on for almost two years by the time I found out.
Most days I do well (thanks to the Zoloft), but I have been using a lot of retail and culinary therapy to get me through. I haven’t been single since I was 18 years old, so my re-entry into the dating world has been…. awkward to say the least.
This blog is to chronicle the story of my journey back to life, and all of the boys, desserts, and impulse purchases along the way. Enjoy and please let me know if you have any more suggestions to help (trash-can throwing is out… already tried and that didn’t go over so well with my therapist).
Here is the ring that gave me that tan line.
Here I am as a blushing bride.
Here are my babies. They like my cooking and tell me I’m pretty. Okay, maybe I make voices for them – but I like to think that’s what they would say.