Mouthy Michelle's Musings

Eloquent ramblings about grief, infidelity, suicide, dating, only-parenting and cocktails from a very bad widow

Who the F*** is Michelle?
Michelle never wanted to be a professional writer. She wanted to be left the hell alone, thank-you-very-much, as she lived a nice quiet little life as a special needs aide and Sunday school teacher in Small Desert Town, USA with her second husband, two children, and their proverbial white picket fence.

Upon a series of unfortunate vulva videos in her second husband’s saved email files one fine day in September of 2011, this life changed. By 2014 Michelle would be a thirty-one year old jobless, suicide-widow, debilitated by depression and anxiety. She would spend most of her nights inebriated and on bad dates, follwed by the ultimate nightcap: yelling the F word at a God she no longer believed in while in her back yard  wearing a bathrobe and heels.

She would spend most of her mornings on various bathroom floors completely immobilized and sick to her stomach by the thought that she had wasted her twenties married to two men who cheated on her and then attempted suicide when she mustered up the courage to leave them.

Michelle was not life-ing well.

By the age of thirty-five though, Michelle would be living in San Diego, California with her best friend, their five children, and a dwarf bunny named Nibbles. She would be the author of two successful books that documented how she used online dating and alcohol to grieve her second husband, and she would begin receiving hundreds of messages a day on social media from widows, and other mourners who, for some reason, thought she had a clue about how to live life well in Post-Trauma Land.

Michelle would then begin to dabble in freelance writing, continue to market her book, and basically parlay the suffering of her last six years into a career, all the while, starting a blog and referring to herself in the third person.

Michelle is currently life-ing well.