I’m writing this on a Tuesday, and tomorrow I walk into a courtroom and end my marriage. By the time you’re reading this, it’s done. Signed. Final. Official in a way that feels both overdue and surreal. There’s something strange about existing in both states at once—still married while writing, divorced while posting. It mirrors…
The One Where I Finally Stopped Settling for “Good Enough” Dave still says therapy doesn’t work for him.But here’s the thing — therapy works. He just hasn’t found the right therapist. And honestly? It took me years—and seven therapists—to find mine. The first one talked more than I did.The second gave me whiplash — one…