Why Me? This blog and stuff.

Over the past 10 years the following happened. To me. Not just, like, in the world:

• My dad died. Suddenly. 
•  dated a drummer. Almost as bad as dad dying.
• I drank my way through law school. Like, really 
• Burned a lot of bridges 
• Racked up 6 figure student loan debt 
• Married said drummer -Bought a house  
• Drummer turned out to be an alcoholic and sex addict 
• Sister went through treatment, after almost dying in a domestic violence incident 
• Got divorced 
• Gave up my dog. To the drummer and his new girlfriend. 
• Tried to figure out what to do with a house underwater 
• Online dated 
• Fell in love 
• Moved in with new partner. Who has 3 sisters. 
• Navigated three new jobs 
• Tried to get sober. Mostly. 
• Tried to get conscious. Mostly. 
• Transitioned groups of friends. Was a sometimes shitty friend. 
• Turned 30 
• Tried to unbury myself financially

Many things helped me get through. Primarily, denial and repression and booze. But also that a lot of it in hindsight is funny. And therapy. And movies. And self-help books. Like, a lot of self-help books.

This blog will expand on my experience with law school, the law, divorce before 30, divorce without children, divorce in general (like, how to go on living), sex addiction, seeing a hot sex therapist with your estranged sex addicted spouse, alcoholism, recovery, 12-step programs,hypochondria, anxiety induced googling-mostly about chronic/deadly diseases and narcissism, panic attacks, real estate, student loan debt, dating,sex with exes, sex with new people,sex with yourself, aging, managing money as a single woman, managing money as a human, the decision to have children, holistic health cures.  Oh, and anger, rage, shame, obsession and all the rest of it.*

I want this to be a place where I can share my experience, strength and hope. Or at least my experience. And resources. Some that I found after many nights spent drinking wine and searching for answers on the internet, or from months in therapy or from Oprah. My legal training has given me insight into the more fun parts of death and divorce, like probate court and dividing assets. Even measly assets. Also, what it's like to date someone in a band. I want to answer your questions, if you have them and I can. I want to share what I did to keep from going (more) crazy. And what I'm doing to keep it together.  Let's dive in together shall we? Into the mysteries of life, pain and rebirth. Welcome to my fucked up world. It's not so bad.
 
Me on a sailboat, sailing into my future. And probably getting skin cancer.

 *Note, even though I was raised by an English teacher I have no sense of grammar. Except that you spell "grammar" with an 'a' and not an 'e'. It's like the cobbler's son having no shoes or whatever. So, excuse me in advance for my horrible everything.