Suburban Goddess

When I started this blog, it was a happy place. Suburban Goddess was a term I thought of as cheeky, spunky, and generally spirited. I was a happy new mom, eager to share my trials & tribulations of life as it is; a portrait of a normal middle-class woman struggling with the balance of marriage, work, and motherhood. It was a good life, an easy life.

Over the past year, as my marriage began to struggle then fail, it’s become more of a story of the struggles that so many women endure. The shininess wore off. Reality sets in. Marriage, and LIFE, is hard. It takes an incredible toll on your self-esteem. It wears at your patience. Your priorities change from excessive wants to basic needs for survival. The mother bear instinct kicks in, and you want to rip the face off the people who cause your child to cry, all while you’re trying not to collapse into a crying heap yourself.

A Suburban Goddess is more than a diva; she’s a survivor. She survives through headaches & heartaches. She takes her place in a man’s world, and goes head to head with chauvanism and pig-headedness every day. She deals with liars and cheaters, but never gives up hope. She is strong, she is beautiful, and she is determined. And someday, when the stars align and she has paid her debt to karma, there will stand her Adonis, her true knight in shining armor, who will never make her feel worthless or stupid, who will appreciate her strength and wit, and who will cherish and worship her the way a man should.

And he’ll have great abs, too.

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