Hello there, and thank you for joining my Tacos and Truth Bombs community. I can't wait to share my journey with you, and it's my hope that we will laugh a little, cry a little less and solve some problems together. 

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Real talk. I should warn you that I will share some stories that are hard to hear, may be surprising, and are certainly not just my own.  My own story is perhaps not dissimilar to many other single moms who have been through the battle known as domestic and post-separation abuse. The family court system is a complicated, heartbreaking, and financially and emotionally draining institution. Writing is therapeutic, so I write about it.  Promise you won't judge my truths! :)  

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*A super important note. I'm not a therapist, attorney, doctor, social worker or psychiatrist. I'm just a mom who lived through some s*it and is still battling. This blog site is designed to share my opinions and my personal experiences as I lived them. This is personal experience, not gossip or legal argument. In some cases, the names have been omitted or changed for privacy reasons, but the stories remain intact and based on first-hand truths. 

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A few facts about me before you dive in:

• ​I'm a southerner at heart, and sometimes my grandmother's best southern philosophical phrases will land in my blogs. She knew her stuff as much as her sweet tea.

• I'm a survivor of college rape and a suicide attempt, so trigger warning in advance. What doesn't literally kill you makes you stronger, right? 

• I became pregnant with my sweet girl while dating the man I thought I loved, and we married in Gatlinburg in a ceremony some would describe as worthy of a reality tv show.

• I was married to that man for eight years, in which he likely had at least two affairs, emotionally and physically abused me in my opinion, and often shared a perceived ugly temper anytime dark liquor came out. 

• We divorced on October 3, 2013 in a "collaborative" arrangement. Sadly, it didn't end there.  Co-parenting challenges and post-separation abuse have continued every year since.  He often behaves as if hates me more than he loves his two sweet children, and he will stop at nothing. So now we are back at 800 Broadway circling the family court system again. 

• I'm an advocate for mental health, and have managed to survive depression and ongoing anxiety, have been diagnosed with CPTSD (complicated post traumatic stress disorder), while also helping my own daughter navigate very similar waters. Her own experiences mirror mine.

• I love sweet tea with lemon, sunsets, white wine, any body of water, and I'm surrounded by extremely supportive family and friends. I'm grateful for each of them. They will also tell you I hate olives, laundry, and I'm generally late most days. 

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Still here? Good. I'm so glad. Thanks for making my heart happy. Let's do this!

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In love, truth and tacos,

Sus:) xoxo 

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