Hi, I’m Bea, a self-proclaimed hypocrite wanna-be blogger who writes because therapy is expensive (and, apparently, therapists sometimes suck).

I was married for 9 years and 11 months before discovering my ex-husband’s multiple affairs. One therapist even told me it was my fault. Spoiler: it wasn’t. If you’ve been cheated on, let me say this loud.  You didn’t deserve it, and it’s not your fault.

This blog started as my safe place to pour out the anger, trauma, and chaos. Along the way, it’s become a space to laugh, heal, and share the messy, beautiful parts of life. Sometimes it’s raw, sometimes it’s funny, and sometimes it’s both in the same paragraph.

And no, this isn’t one of those clichés “I’m a mom, look at my perfect family photos and Pinterest-worthy life” blogs. My house isn’t perfect, my kids aren’t perfect, and I sure as hell am not perfect. What you’ll find here is real: coffee-fueled mornings, champagne-worthy victories, and the chaos in between.

Outside of oversharing here, I’m an adrenaline junkie with a “TikTok Famous” side hustle (ugh, I hate that phrase, but technically it’s true). I’m also a mom who juggles coffee, chaos, and champagne-level moments, because life after betrayal isn’t just survival, it’s about thriving.

So, grab a glass [coffee or champagne, your choice], and let’s be real together.