He admitted in another post that he didn’t want this separation. The world isn’t as black and white as I once thought.
I initially typed “lived with a man who” but went back and changed it because I remembered that while he did move his stuff in, he moved it out again in the middle of the night while I was sleeping because “shit got too real” and he was convinced that I was trying to steal his favorite lamp. He had to have really screwed the pooch on this one. People who hate her are legion and they are all salivating over her suffering.
We were now; Wives, Momma's or future Momma's, and life had taught us a thing or two.
A great night to head out with girlfriends in the Houston area to praise, worship and pray. This year I went with a girlfriend who I grew up with, , we stopped seeing each other from about the ages of 13/14 until we were about 26/27 years old. A long gap but when we saw each other as adults it was as if our childhood hadn't passed us by.
Today, he wrote that he will not publish any comments that discuss Heather and if anyone writes about her he will delete those comments because she “deserves” that. Medication helps, but mentally ill people are still challenging to have relationships with. All of a sudden, forgiveness seems like the way to go in that situation, you know? She spelled out “jerk” with alphabet blocks and balanced them on the head of her dog and took a picture. Heather is tired of reading all the negative shit out there and wants to say “fuck you” to all of you. Jon loved her and stuck by her through hell and back by her own account. He brought their infant to the mental hospital to visit her every day. When she was better and they had built her business together, they had a second daughter. I didn’t follow her blog faithfully, so I don’t know how things went after baby #2, but I know she didn’t wind up in the looney bin that time. A home so big, they needed cell phones provided by sponsor Verizon just to keep in touch with each other inside their home. When Heather got attacked for blogging about her “life changing” trip to Bangladesh, Jon wrote passionately and eloquently to defend her.
He is totally not in the petty backstabbing phase yet. I once dated with a man who had bipolar disorder (once called manic depression) who was also an alcoholic and an unemployed wake and baker. She said that she is so healthy that her therapist pronounced her cured and may even be moonwalking with joy and approval as I sit here typing. I don’t say “us” because I’m not sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for her to have a breakdown like the rest of them. And when she got out, he didn’t divorce her and take their kid. His love and respect for her shine through in his writing.
When I wrote about the struggles I had in the first few months after my daughter was born, my audience reached out and helped me. But that said, I have started writing less about Leta as she gets older, out of respect for her privacy."MY ONLY REGRET: "At the very beginning, I wrote some very unflattering things about my family, thinking they'd never read it. But we got through it, and the experience made us all closer."THE WORST THING SOMEONE HAS SAID: "Leta had sensory issues when she was little.
Posting the information publicly made sense — over the years she’d blogged about moving in with her boyfriend, marrying him, and having two kids together.
Amazingly, they read it every day."THE UNEXPECTED REWARD: "First, it pays our mortgage.
Dooce, for writing about her co-workers with names like “That One Co-worker Who Manages to Say Something Stupid Every Time He Opens His Mouth.” She also drew the ire of her family when she wrote candidly about her break with the Mormon faith and their Rush Limbaugh brand of conservatism.
Armstrong has never been one to shy away from writing honestly about her struggles and readers love her self-effacing, candid tone.
I’ve been following Jon Armstrong’s blog since he and Heather Dooce Armstrong split up. I feel for the guy, but that’s because I have read her blog for years and she seems like she’d be impossible to live with. I’m not sure what comes first, the writing or the suicidal impulses, but the two frequently go together. I always thought it would be him cheating on me, and not the other way around.