For Serious!?

For Serious!? it’s like a more incredulous version of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

Everyone said I should write a book about the things that happen in my life… Book, Blog, Whatever.

Not sure why you’re here or whAT this is?

Me too! Welcome.

I covet coffee, enjoy gaming, love language and find sarcasm one of it’s most pleasing forms. My favourite example of literature was was published in 1729 and my favourtie TV show first aired in 1972. At some point in that time one of my ancestors must have stolen some beans from a witches garden, run over a gypsies chicken, or burned down a warehouse of mirrors. Something because a series of odd events seems to always find me and I needed a place to put them out into the universe.

Where can you go from here?

  • Wife-Listed - Where things related to gaming and entertainment go. I have a ton of weird interests, they will all likely end up here at some point.

  • The Fault In Our Systems - My brain child, it’s where I work, or at least where I’ll talk about it.

  • D.I.D. We Do That? - My heart and soul. In 2000 I was a freshman in high school and met a boy. Ten years of on again off again dating (drama) later, I married him. Ten years after that a lot was made clearer when he was diagnosed with cPTSD and Dissociative Identity Disorder. Being a system spouse is a unique experience, I hope my mistakes and struggles on this journey can help someone else. Or, at least maybe they can help add another voice to the choir that sings that we’re all a little mad here and it’s not just ok to talk about it, it’s necessary.

***I don’t relish being sued, all stories here are mostly true except for the names, locations, and other identifying information that has been changed or modified so that no one can say it’s about them. Also so everyone has an out if someone they know happens to stumble across this and connect some dots. Then they can always say “No, that’s not entirely true, that must be one of those things that she had to change for whatever reason”. To be fair, they may recall these events differently because what was a difficult and memorable moment in my life was probably just another Wednesday afternoon to them.