This Used to Be Us

by Renee Carlino

The grass isn’t greener, it’s gravel on the other side. This is what I have told myself for years and this is why I’ve stayed, but now my imagination has become too wild. The grass isn’t greener, it’s a vitamin-rich waterfall oasis with magical, golden baby goats and Adonis angels feeding me calorie-free chocolate ice cream.

And so I am the default parent…the mother. He is the man who deserves autonomy.

I’m a firm believer in messing up your kids just enough to give them a sense of humor.

“It’s impossible to want for something you already have, you know? That’s the irony in marriage.”

Don’t take life so seriously. I wish I hadn’t.”