The first time I saw Alton Sisson, it was as if I was hit by lightning, a literal strike of electricity shot through my body. Ridiculous, and cliché I admit, nonetheless, it simply is what happened. Little did I know that was the beginning of the end of my undoing.

I fell in love with the devil. He promised me the ultimate dream life of two people sticking things out, through good days and bad days, loyal until the end….and instead, he turned out to be a fucking never- ending nightmare. Jesus the constant lies, his secret life(s), cheating every chance he could – with literally anyone, sex, drugs, the countless broken promises and shattered hearts – sadly, that’s the summary of us, after almost 13 years together!!! Yes, you read right- ALMOST 13 FUCKING YEARS!?!
Who are we? Well, at the time of writing this I’m 36, self employed, mother of two boys, suffer with severe depression and ptsd and struggling to survive on a daily basis, both mentally and physically.

Him, Alton Sisson, is 46 year old pipe layer by trade, tweaker drug dealer 24/7, former felon who’s usually in and out of jail regularly, has children that he only acknowledges when it’s convenient, was good looking when i met and fell madly in love with – now not so much (unless balding, erectile dysfunction, and missing teeth are your thing), muscular with a hint of old man boobs starting to develop, addict of all kinds – porn, gambling, lying, online hookup sites, meth and prostitutes are his main addiction(s), the queen of drama queens, captain of chaos and an all around selfish narcassistic sociopath whore.

I started blogging as an outlet to channel my feelings. I simply write for the moment in that moment. I don’t write for anyone but myself. I don’t censor my content, so at times the subject matter and vocabulary can be explicit, inappropriate and/or offensive. Don’t expect me to apologize for anything I write…because I’m not sorry. This is my account of my life, the good, the bad and the ugly. And given that my therapist dumped me (Thanks, Doc! What a great way to reinforce those abandonment issues I have!?!) This blog is now my therapy…my momento to my trials, victories, betrayals, never-ending hardships and ultimate heartbreak.



What People Say
I never hated a man enough to give back the diamonds.
Elizabeth Taylor
Fall seven times, stand up eight.
The Floor
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
Dr. Seuss