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Four and a half years ago, I blew up my life. After 20 years with someone who had become my other half, I found myself alone—not in some dramatic, life-changing way, but in the raw, practical sense of suddenly having to rebuild everything. I was 42, newly single, and had no idea who I was
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For as long as I can remember, I’ve worn my heart close to the surface. Whether it was a teasing comment or a misunderstood joke, I’d often find myself internalizing words more deeply than intended. My friends noticed this long before I did. Over time, what began as concern or confusion on their part turned
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For most of my adult life, I thought my biggest problem in relationships was that I cared too much. I needed constant reassurance. I overanalyzed texts. I worried endlessly about being too much, or not enough, or somehow both at the same time. I often felt like I was hanging onto people who were already
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After my ex and I split, he had a revelation: he’d decided the only way he could truly be happy was by being in a relationship with multiple women. According to him, it was “impossible” to find everything he needed in just one person. Let me be clear—this isn’t about bashing non-monogamy. If that works
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Lately, I’ve been feeling like the odd one out in my own life. I’m in my 40s, single, child-free—and many of my closest friends are deep in the thick of raising young kids. Their days are filled with school drop-offs, soccer practice, birthday parties, and endless negotiations over screen time. Mine… are not. Don’t get
Hello, I’m Marie, a 40-something writer, athlete, and creative soul navigating the ups and downs of midlife.
As a single, unattached woman, I’ve had the freedom to focus on my passions and pursue my interests, but I’ve also faced my share of challenges and uncertainties. Through my writing, I aim to share my honest and often humorous take on relationships, perimenopause, mental health, and my career, with a focus on my personal experiences living with Complex PTSD.
When I’m not writing, you can find me cozied up with my crochet hook and a ball of yarn, creating something that I may or may not ever finish. Or, I might be out on a run or bike ride, trying to recapture the endurance and discipline that once drove me to complete long-distance triathlons. These days, I’m more likely to be found struggling to balance my my career with my creative pursuits and my relationships, but I’m determined to make it all work.
