Wife. Girlfriend. Co-parent.
We use different titles to make it feel different.
It’s not.

Living with a mother wound isn’t about asking why anymore. It’s about carrying grief, anger, and absence while learning how to stay present and break the cycle.

Somehow, I ended up in a grown woman’s body with the energy, attitude, and hormonal volatility of a teenager. A plot twist no one prepared me for.

No contact helps protect your energy and prevent resentment from unresolved conflicts. When the emotional burden of a relationship outweighs its value, stepping back is a healthy, intentional choice for peace, boundaries, and well-being.

From embryo transfers to holiday shopping, I watched my best friend navigate surrogacy with grace, courage, and selflessness—showing motherhood in every form.

Co-parenting is like a lifelong timeshare with your ex: juggling blended families, court lingo, and emotional landmines. Grab your gray rock and hang on—it’s a bumpy ride.

After a childhood arm-breaking accident, I discovered my favorite “aunt and uncle” weren’t really family. Broken Arm is about betrayal, trauma, and the people who become chosen family—those who show up, support, and love you unconditionally, regardless of bloodlines.