Friend-Dumped

My friend dumped me.

coffee cheesecakeThis week officially marks an anniversary I’d rather not think about. It’s been exactly one year since I lost my friend. No, she didn’t die: I got dumped. Being dumped is always terrible but in this case, she didn’t even tell me what I had done that was so wrong. As far as I can tell, I lost my friend simply because she decided I wasn’t worth keeping in her life. Suddenly ten years of friendship didn’t matter to her anymore. But those years still matter to me. And even though an entire year has passed without her in my life, it still hurts.

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A Survival Guide for Introverts Parenting Small Children

Recently I saw a thread on social media in which other introvert-parents were lamenting how they never get to be alone anymore. One of the people on the thread hadn’t been home alone for over a year. She said that since her baby was born, her only time to herself was during her commute to work. Ouch.

I just want to tell this woman and anyone else that never gets time to yourself: I’ve been there and it wasn’t healthy for me.

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Remembering How to Have Time Alone

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Before I became a mother, I used to love spending time alone.

I thought it was a necessity for my sanity. Every day, I would spend a few hours just by myself; letting my mind wander, wasting time, doing whatever I wanted. Seriously, what did I do with all that time? When I was pregnant, I remember looking down at my squirming belly and wondering how I would survive without this daily dose of self. Continue reading “Remembering How to Have Time Alone”

Remembering How to Be Alone

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Before I became a mother, I used to love spending time alone. I thought it was a necessity for my sanity. Every day, I would spend a few hours just by myself; letting my mind wander, wasting time, doing whatever I wanted. Seriously, what did I do with all that time? When I was pregnant, I remember looking down at my squirming belly and wondering how I would survive without this daily dose of self. Continue reading “Remembering How to Be Alone”