He says you may feel free to call him Ex-A if you like.

Facts: I’m a 32 years old proud mother of two daughters, 9 and 13 years old. I’m the ex-wife of two different men, one father each to each of my girls. My current husband and I have been married since October of ’06. If I wrote that correctly, you’ll now get that I’ve had two divorces and three “I do’s.”

Opinions mixed with facts: I live in Arizona because I feel it’s the best choice right now. My daughters’ fathers’ live in Arizona. So I live in Arizona. And my husband lives in Arizona because I live in Arizona. But he doesn’t really want to live here either. If I hadn’t had children with two different men while in Arizona things would be different. But I did and this is how it is.

turn at the fork you

Whether confession is good for my soul or my complexion or whatever, I thought I’d give it a try. I read my three public entries here. I noticed the angry tone in the more recent two and had to acknowledge that I’m deeply angry. Not just “I miss smoking” angry either. On occasion I’ve thought it to myself or owned up to a few folks, “I may be angry under this other obvious emotion.” Yet, this emotion is bigger, older and hotter then previously assumed.

Taking note of the anger in my general blog tone, I did think about deleting Amberview and not starting over. I see that I just want to kick something. I’m not going to put my head in the sand or kick myself – two plans of action I’m damned familiar with. The plan of the moment is simply to write through the anger to the rage and see what’s on the other side.

I apologize if anyone reads on and objects to harsh views and or language. Not knowing where I’m going with this doesn’t mean I don’t know it’s going to get rough. It will be rough and all over the place and difficult to follow at times. Hopefully there will be a daring denouement to make us feel like the ride was worth it. Bite sized pieces when I can. Keep your arms and legs in during the duration.