Daddy Recovery

I don´t know what hurt my grandmother more in terms of my father´s abusing of us... his constant cruelty or how she prayed for him. 

Sometimes, I just fade out. 

Sometimes, the sangria hits too hard. 

My drummer dreams continue to die. 

My drummer dreams died that day.

A fun, rebellious swim turns into a psychoanalysis of my comedy style. 

Sometimes, my inner child feels like she will scream if she does not sing. 

Some arguments are like ping pong. You ping one point, and they pong theirs right back. 

For someone that claims to be a people pleaser, I sure have a lot of people unpleased with me. 

Sometimes, I HATE how much I shared with my exes, especially my playlists. 

When it came to my dad, his demon always had a smirk 

Multiple Social Securities! Multiple Children! Multiple Birthdays and Names.....with my dad being a con, it was hard to peg how he felt about me, but my mother made her feelings clear. 

The zellenial crashout during a live action viewing of Lilo & Stitch.

There is nothing like a brunch with newborn and pitchers of Aperol to make you wonder if you are really handling ¨mommyhood.¨

If there was one thing all my father´s wives had in common is that to love him they had to no love themselves. 

It was a reddit feed  where men asked each other for life and dating advice, of which my eyes poured in looking for the chisme. Who were these MEN that circle us gals like sharks eager to bite our me…