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The Bathroom Schedule
One bathroom, three adults, two kids, and the laminated schedule that kept us from total chaos.
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Stories from the mess
Real life, real chaos, real funny. Each essay is a window into the kind of complicated that doesn't fit on a bumper sticker.
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His Baby Mama Lives in Our Home
So my husband's ex-girlfriend, the mother of his two sons, lives in our house. And yeah, it's about as wild as it sounds.
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Group Chats with People You're Legally Bound To
There's a special kind of torture that comes from being trapped in a family group chat. You can leave, but they all know, and they will make you pay.
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The Oklahoma Guilt Complex
There's something about leaving Oklahoma that makes you feel like you're committing a personal betrayal. Even when you technically need to eat.
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Welcome to PlotTwisted
Life threw me a plot twist. Then another. Then it just started improvising. Welcome to where I write it all down.
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The Couch That Started It All
There's a moment in every unconventional living situation where you realize this is just your life now. For me, it was a Tuesday, and it involved a sectional sofa that no one would claim ownership of.
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The Grocery Store Theory of Compatibility
Forget love languages. Forget attachment styles. The real test of whether you can coexist with another human being is how you behave together in a grocery store.
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Explaining Your Situation at Thanksgiving
There's an art to explaining your living situation to relatives who are still processing the concept of 'roommates after thirty.' I have not mastered this art. Here's what happened anyway.
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The Shared Calendar Incident
Someone suggested we use a shared Google Calendar 'for logistics.' Three weeks later, it had become a passive-aggressive art form and I had a recurring event called 'Quiet Time (MANDATORY).'
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On Being the Person People Tell Stories About
At some point, I realized I'd become a character in other people's anecdotes. The friend with the 'interesting' living situation. The one who always has a story. It's flattering until you wonder what they're leaving out.
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