the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Nine years

Today is our ninth wedding anniversary. Back in 2002 when we got married I remember reading a few snide remarks online about how we’d last less than six months, which made me sad. Not because the remarks were directed at us, but because people had such little faith in love to put that sentiment out there.

Nine years of marriage. Ten years as partners. The rest of our lives to go.

I love you, Jonathan.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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