I am Ms Batman, and this is my blog.

In real life, my name is Becky and at this point in my blogging life I wonder what exactly is the point in my using an alias because everyone I know in real life knows me here, and here, here, here, here and here .  I use aliases for the other people in my life in a veiled attempt to protect their identities.

So, because it’s an established identity on the web, I am Ms. Batman, and this is my blog.

I live in the Gateway city of America, where we are no longer the number one crime city in America, thank you Detroit, Michigan.

I am living with insanity with a style and grace all my own.  And by insanity I mean, 4 children, a boyfriend, 2 ex husbands, 4 dogs, oh and BPD.

My boyfriend (I hate that word, at 40 I should be beyond boyfriends, but what else do I call him besides love slave?) shall be known as Batman when he is mentioned here.  It’s that whole protecting his identity thing.  It also lets him pretend I am talking about someone else entirely.  He has two children and out of respect for them and their parents there will be precious little about them here, and if they are here, you can bet it will be in the most glowing way possible.

I have three children.  I have a 16 year old son who chose to live with his father. That is a long drama filled story and I can’t tell it without throwing people under the bus.  Not worth it here.

I have two daughters who do live with me.  My oldest is Tate and at 12, mom’s blog embarrasses her.  At 12 everything about mom embarrasses her.  I think it has to do with me dancing in the store singing at the top of my lungs “I wear purple bloomers” but I don’t know for sure.

My youngest is Newt.  At 9 she just wants to be her sister.  Sister is everything she is not.  What she has forgotten is that at 9 sister was everything she is now.  I am still pretty cool in her eyes but that’s bound to change.  Right now, I’m only cool when I let them raid my closet because I have the coolest clothes. (Thank god for retro).

With my BPD I’ve been in therapy more than once, and I have the cute little punch card to prove it.  Two more visits and I can hang my diploma on my wall.  I don’t do therapy much anymore, but the search for the right combination of medications has it’s own benefits.  It’s like Six Flags without the price of admission.  I get to be all over the place, a laugh, I cry, I scream, and even get to feel sick to my stomach.  It’s not a whole lot of fun for me or the people in my life, but we all know we are constantly searching for answers.

My family is allowed to read this blog (Why not?  They’ve known me the longest).  I am sure there are times my mother reads it and cringes at the TMI I share or the number of times I can use the word Fuck in a single post.  Growing up the daughter of a preacher we weren’t allowed to cuss until we moved out of the house (or at least until we could safely get away with it outside the house) so I feel I have a lot of lost time to make up for.

I have posted things I later regret (sometimes 30 seconds have I hit the Publish button) but I can’t remember a blog post I have ever taken down.   I figure I have the right to voice my opinion, and you have the right to read it or don’t, you also can agree or disagree.  Leave comments either way, I am a comment whore and a attention hound.  I don’t get much of either. Yet.

Having said all of that if you are still reading this you have more stamina than most, or you are just bored out of your skill.  Either way, thank you very  much.  Enjoy your time here.  Read all you want, leave comments (see above) and come back often.