CLOSE

I started blogging shortly after my second child was born as a way to help myself become a “real” writer. I remember being pumped when I reached 35 page views in one day. Success! I had arrived! I love blogging, yay!

What started as a way for me to drink coffee, ignore my children, and pretend I was a writer slowly started to morph into something a little more ominous.

Suddenly, in the dark of the night, the soft, inviting glow of my computer screen called to me like a sweet temptation formerly only reserved for my mother-in-law’s secret chocolate chip cookie recipe.

Listen Live WZAK Cleveland

LISTEN LIVE. LIKE US ON FACEBOOK. FOLLOW US ON TWITTER AND INSTAGRAM. SUBSCRIBE TO OUR YOUTUBE.

Feeling stressed?

Blog it out!

Feeling lonely?

Connect with online readers!

Feeling like your husband doesn’t understand?

And that’s where things started to get a little tricky…

It started with a couple of “lighthearted” posts about the difference between men and women; a few “humorous” stories about how my husband could never change the toilet paper roll, literally stacking the new roll on the still-standing empty roll predecessor. Maybe one or two chuckle-worthy moments about the time I came home from working one job at the hospital to start in on another, only to find my husband sitting, perfectly content, in front of the TV eating ice cream.

I loved the comments that rolled in from women who “got it.”

Finally, I thought. Someone who understands me!

Read More

Also On 93.1 WZAK:
10 Times Meghan Markle Gave Us Duchess Of Sussex Glamour
10 photos