Marriage status: its complicated.
Magic status: its also complicated.
Every time life got serious, my brain noped out.
Marriage talk? Static.
Mentions of “the family gift”? Total whiteout.
Then a creepy little creature—undead? witchy? unclear—scurried into my life. Cue the danger alarms. Win some clarity.
Turns out I wasn’t ignoring my family—I was magically allergic to the truth.
Now I can hear my kids’ supernatural secrets.
Now I can see that my not-quite-ex-husband might still be into me.
Now I can finally grasp that my life is a chaotic magical mess held together by love and caffeine.
The creepy danger? Probably still lurking.
But first things first: reconnect with my kids, craft a dinner that doesn’t catch fire, and win back the hottie I accidentally ghosted mid-marriage.
