Thelma

My name is Thelma. Well, at least, that’s what you will know me as. I’m twenty-something. I’m a woman living somewhere in the rural Midwest. I have: step-kids, pets, a house, a husband, a job. I live a seemingly normal life. And, yet, it all feels so abnormal to me.

Why?

Because I live a pretend life.

No, it’s nothing as juicy as me being a secret agent or a serial killer or a polygamist. It’s more that I am not who I portray to others. The real me: Sometimes hates my husband. Sometimes thinks about cheating on him. Sometimes feels like running away and never looking back. Sometimes feels like grabbing my boss by her throat and saying, “You know you’re a real bitch.” Sometimes feels like walking out of my house and never looking back. A lot of times, feels lonely and unappreciated. A lot of times, wishes I had a different life. A lot of times, wonders about the roads not taken. Most of the time has a smile on my face, acting like the above thoughts and feelings don’t exist.

This is exactly why Louise - my bestest, realest friend - and I are starting this blog. Think of it as an anonymous, public outlet to bitch about the daily trappings of our lives. As a way to say what we think and feel but can never say it for fear of judgment or some sort of repercussion. We’re real women, with real experiences and we want to vent without having to censor ourselves. This blog will contain posts of brutal honesty about everything ranging from our kids to our bosses to the mother-f*&ker who was tailgating me today.

Continue at your own risk. And, don’t say I didn’t warn you.