Heather Armstrong - Wikipedia
A few days ago I published the essay by Jon Armstrong, Mr. Dooce, on what it's like living with someone who suffers from chronic depression. I did not cite the. By Heather B. Armstrong September 16, This featured community question You want to know about my boyfriend. You're curious. Heather Armstrong. I've been following Jon Armstrong's blog since he and Heather Dooce Armstrong split up. Today, he wrote that he will not publish any.
But Dooce has been successful and famous for a long time now. He seems to really love and respect her. There are two sides, though. I would have never in a million years pegged her for a screamer nor prone to violence. She is the sweetest, most caring, giving woman I know.
One of my big struggles as a wife is that I come from a family where there is always a hidden agenda. All you do is let our daughter watch television. For me, it would have to be something horrific for me to separate Odie from his girls.
Dooce Divorce Devastation Part 2: Jon Talks | Mrs. Odie
Like at least 24 hours a week of television. He loves them more than anything. If you had asked young single me how I felt about a future husband who loved our children more than me, I probably would have bristled.
I would love to play with you. What are we playing?
What would it take for me to throw him out? I already put up with his shit.
Mr. Dooce On Living With a Depressive - Beyond Blue
The qualities and characteristics that counterbalance his shit are magnificent. Plus, he puts up with my shit. It would ruin our marriage. But would it separate him from his kids? I always thought it would be him cheating on me, and not the other way around. All of a sudden, forgiveness seems like the way to go in that situation, you know?
On her blog, Heather got real mad. She said that she is so healthy that her therapist pronounced her cured and may even be moonwalking with joy and approval as I sit here typing.
The Post Dooce Didn’t Write about Her New Boyfriend
I have two family members who are therapists. They only moonwalk for the super sane ones. People who hate her are legion and they are all salivating over her suffering. People are just like that.
I will say this. Let me be clear: I do not know her or correspond with her, have never met the woman and never expect to.
I hear my own voice describing what I read in what she is and is not saying in her recent posts, and I put it here to get it out of my own head.
Dear Internet, As you all now know, I have a new boyfriend. Could I get another job?
I agonized about how to introduce him, how I agonized. Yes, even I, who have made public my giving birth to a turd in a bathtubmy time spent in a psych wardeven I still have my secrets and my things that I am afraid will scare someone away from me. As honest as I am on my blog, the blog self is still not my real-life self. I make myself as open to you people as I responsibly can, but I am a human being yet, with my privacies, my things I share with those closest to me or with my shrink or with nobody at all.BTV Moments : Heather Armstrong: Life After Adultery
I should have spent my entire marriage planning for that marriage to end eventually? And right into that delicate sprout of new love, that brief flower of some of the happiest happiness, I have to interject the flamethrower that is the Internet.
That your dad might humiliate you by grilling him or her about that art history degree and how they ever expect to make any money with it? Because dammit, I need you people.
Not all you people, but some of you people. Just enough of you people.
Even some of you whose adoration gives me the heebie jeebies, for whom I can do nothing wrong: And while to stay sane I have to not give a damn about a lot of what you think and say, I also want most of you to be happy: I try really hard to make something for you that you will like or at least be interested in. Not just to earn money though yes, for that, toobut because I want to make something that is a force of good in the world, even if that good is your having a half-smile on your face for a half second.
So here he is. Maybe I should have just said it this way instead of sneaking in little hints along the way.