ChristinaUnedited

Divorce doesn’t mean shit.

ChristinaUnedited — Tue, 01 Sep 2026 12:17:19 GMT

I’ve been divorced for almost two years. My kids are older. My son is a senior at high school. We are almost at the finish line. I’m happy but sad. Happy because I’m almost done with co-parenting with my ex. We are not together for the reason. My daughter is 20 almost 21 and recently engaged. She is excited. I am happy with her. My ex recently told my daughter she needed to look at venues and told her he would pay for the venue. They even talked about the time of year. I am not surprised. But he sent me an email. He wanted to know how we were splitting this cost 50/50? I was annoyed and slightly confused because why try to be the cool dad and save the day. Why tell her that he would pay for the entire venue. I being me, was overwhelmed. Cried. Then I realized this isn’t normal. Grown adults normally talk to each about a budget. We aren’t married. We can talk about what we both are willing to pay when I’ve vocalized wanted them to wait and mature . The rush is not necessary. After back and forth emails of my ex triggering me , I chose to not respond. You won’t tell me or inform me as he told me, what I’m paying for. Doesn’t work like that.

Coparenting never stops. Be careful who you have kids with because it doesn’t stop when they are grown. Boundaries are being tested. Yall pray for me. I will be going through my daughter and her Fiance. Works best for the situation and me.

Make a wish.

ChristinaUnedited — Mon, 31 Aug 2026 03:00:51 GMT

I used to cry on my birthday almost every year. Yes, it means I get to feel celebrated. I’m a Virgo. Not sure if that explains it, but let me break it down to you. We can come across cold. But ya girl is loyal. I will be your biggest fan. If you treat me well and with respect. We will have a great relationship. With that being said. I am someone who will be extra thoughtful for others. I am the type who will note something and get them a little card and say something like “I see you, you’re doing great “. Being kind is something I value. For the longest time while I was married, it felt like a chore for my ex. We fought on my birthday. God forbid I have a day. My parents always made a big deal out of birthdays. My mom is the sweetest. She bakes me a cake of to which she has asked mg request. I could care less about the presents. It’s always about the effort. The planning. Just the celebration itself. Know me. What I like. Fast forward after my divorce. I met the best man. Like seriously. We started dating and I really didn’t want to tell him about my birthday because it was literally the following week. I never wanted him to feel pressured. He finally got it out of me. This man. Drove down to my work after work. We live an hour apart. Brought cupcakes, presents , and a card. The best part was not the presents. Not even the card. It was he brought candles. He sang me “Happy Birthday”. He even had them in a cooler. It was the planning. I had NEVER had this. I was in such shock. I cried. Good tears.

Two years later, we are still dating. Very much in love. We are going away to the Mountains for my birthday. He has planned the entire trip as a surprise. I’m so excited and I know the happy tears are coming.

I said to my inner self. I’m going to grow old with this man. I will protect this relationship with all I have.

43 is silently pending. Next Saturday. Make a wish Christina , it’s your turn.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited

Finding my tribe.

ChristinaUnedited — Sun, 30 Aug 2026 20:19:34 GMT

This is the start of my birthday week. I will be turning 43 on Saturday. It’s been a year. Not complaining, because it can always be worse. I’m learning. In all aspect of my adult life. I’m learning about myself, my ways, and my resilience. Let me share. I’m post divorced. Learned to set and maintain boundaries. I don’t have the energy for bullshit anymore. He took that from me once I signed the divorce papers. That has its moments because we still have a child between us that we split costs on. He sees one way and I see my way. That’s natural I suppose. We had financial abuse in the marriage so I am extremely guarded. No, he doesn’t pay child support, our son is 18. He is a senior at school. Private school. Before you judge. He needs to be there due to his Learning disability. Dyslexia. We split 50/50. Or when he chooses to participate. So annoying. Especially, since he makes way more than me. That’s another story.

My new favorite thing is giving myself priority. It feels so selfish sometimes to say that , but damn it. I so deserve it. I do this with the best intention. I show up for everyone I care about. I don’t always receive it back and that’s the hard part. I’ve always made sure everyone is taken care of and I’m left with my cup empty. Now, at the appropriate age of 43. I will no longer be doing this. I will fill my cup first.

My business I recently started has taught me a pearl of wisdom. It’s hard for a reason. Work on it and give it life. It will bring life back into you. That’s what I’m taking from this. This will be something I will pour into. Today I feel good and resetting for the week of my joyous birthday. And yes, I celebrate all month long. I’m a Virgo.

Much Love ,

ChristinaUnedited

Should I start praying?

ChristinaUnedited — Thu, 27 Aug 2026 01:26:53 GMT

Sometimes I wonder why God tests me. I know he tests everyone, but I feel I never get a break. When something exciting or positive comes into my life, there always seems to be an obstacle. I know these is where the perseverance comes in. But , lowkey. I’m tired. Exhausted to be honest. I want to be free of stress. Is that too much ? Maybe I’m just feeling defeated. I’m going back to the drawing board. Trying to figure out marketing in my new business. I’m proud of her. She is me. It has all the elements of Christina. I have work countless hours. Lack of sleep has suffered. I’ve been open for a month. I had some people basically try to give me “constructive criticism “. Seems more negative than constructive. Anyways. I have made 11 sales. Yes, impressive I’d say. Nobody has helped me figure this out. I have. Just me. I set up the store online, made the website even bought my own domain. It’s mine. I’ve spent a lot on advertising. These ads on Facebook and Instagram will be the death of me. I have over 1030 followers on my Facebook and roughly 700 on Instagram. Pretty good for a girl who works full time, has a relationship and kids. I write to decompress. It’s my me time.

I have tried everything with my marketing strategy. I’ve done AI overviews on my website and I refuse to pay for a service when I’ve gotten traffic on my site. It’s just sales. Does it get better? My anxiety is getting the best of me.

God knows me. He knows I’m strong willed and I am committed. Is this his way of saying that he is proud of me and wants me to continue to push forward? My forward feels like a backwards move. God as I sit and silently talk to him in my head, I ask him. “When is it going to get better?”. I just want to prove to myself that I am capable of all the dreams I’ve dreamt of.

God is there. He is listening. He is telling me to be patient. Good things DO come to those who are consistent and patient.

Much love,

ChristinaUnedited ❤️

Little introduction.

ChristinaUnedited — Tue, 18 Aug 2026 02:30:11 GMT

Most of you know me as ChristinaUnedited. I’m just Christina or Chris. I’m 42. Almost 43 in a couple of weeks. Virgo energy is strong. I started writing a long time and felt it was not appreciated when I’d post on Facebook. It was never deep posts. I wasn’t brave enough. Now. I’m in my 40’s and I can really give a shit who cares what they think about me. Yes, I can be harsh but I’m sensitive. Such the irony?! I’m a mom of two. I have a daughter who is almost 21. We are best friends. Love our relationship now. She enjoys calling and hanging out with me. I’m lucky. I have a son who is 18. He is a senior in high school. He plays soccer competitively in varsity and travel. I enjoy reading obviously. So much I’ve actually recruited friends to read. How cool is that? I work in Dentistry. I have worked in pediatrics for 16 years. It’s a rewarding job. I love the people I work with. I joke and say I go to work to socialize. I’m definitely a social butterfly . I can make friends easily and I enjoy complimenting women alike. I chose a faceless account because I wanted my writing to be about my personal thoughts and not likes because my face or body. Maybe it’s me; but I have more to offer than that. So here is my little ole introduction. It’s prudent now because I feel I’ve gained some great connections with others. So nice to meet all my friends.

ChristinaUnedited 🩷

He called me her name three times..

ChristinaUnedited — Tue, 18 Aug 2026 00:59:13 GMT

Men. Some days I really wonder what goes on in someone’s else mind. I take accountability and I am thoughtful. I also know I’m a Virgo and type A runs in my veins. I’m working on this. Most days. I try to not pick apart my partner. The person who has made me the happiest I’ve ever been. I adore him. He adores me. Everything is great. Why do I keep building on something smallish that has happens to me. He called me his ex’s name . Yes, like not thinking kinda moment . Not during sex or anything, but literally took the wind out of me. Did he mean it? Am I thinking into it? Does he love her still? He said no. He said he dated her for 12 years. He didn’t have any feeling towards her. They were basically roommates. Is that an excuse? Is my flag waving red or is it still green. He apologize. Still stings. We’ve dating for 12 years, correct I’ve said. And we have dated for 2”. So pick another line.

Obsession vs Passion

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 14 Aug 2026 03:28:00 GMT

When you think of obsession what comes to mind? For me, it’s negative. Obsession gets a bad rap. How about Passion? Passion tends to be the superior of the two. How about when they feel like they run the same race and both finish at the same time? Is that possible?

I’m finding that out. Currently opened a business online. I have been working endlessly because I want it to be successful. I am passionate, almost obsessed. I started this business to hope one day for me to not work full time in dental field. I love my job, but it’s exhausting and I feel I can contribute to society in a better way. I love to learn and grow. How ironic when I’m working more now than what I proposed in my head. One day.

My obsession comes in to upload products and make my website how I want it to be. Research marketing. And more research. I’ve made lists upon lists to do and finish. I can do this is all I’m saying. I will do this. I will be successful. My passion is running along my obsession. They are aligning to make this business successful. First week is down and in the books. Sold 9 products. That’s a win for me. Next week I want to do better. Afraid of not meeting my obsession is lurking.

What do you think? Is passion and obsession coexisting together? Does one cancel the other out? My heart is passion and my mind is full of obsession. Together, I can make this happen.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited

The beauty of age gap.

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 14 Aug 2026 03:16:48 GMT

If you’re following me you’d that I’m in my beginning of my 40’s. I’m proud to be in my 40’s. I have a better sense of knowing myself wayyyy better now, than I ever have. Maybe I’m more in tuned or it’s the age. Aging like fine wine. I’d hate to say aging because I look at myself like I’m still in my 20’s. Yes, I have some gray hairs that poke through a…

Dopamine hit.

ChristinaUnedited — Wed, 12 Aug 2026 03:18:11 GMT

Today, I feel for the first time accomplished. I feel like I’m actually doing something. I should give myself more credit. I’m currently a work in progress in that area. It’s the feeling behind effect. Today, I have made consistent sales on my new business. It’s growing. Quickly. I’m super proud of my baby. I’m personifying my online store as a she. She is beautiful , she is confident and she is doing the damn thing. Like many women I have given myself the idea that I wasn’t smart enough to figure out how to run an online business. I am not technologically savvy, but with good ole Chat GPT and lots of video tutorials. I have figured out how to crack the damn code. At least that is the dopamine talking. I need to continue with my ride to the sky and make sure I land in the clouds. The funny part is I am afraid of heights. My cloud is nice and cozy. I think I’ll just stay up there.

Much love 💕

ChristinaUnedited

My personality is giving bad bitch energy.

ChristinaUnedited — Sat, 08 Aug 2026 21:22:27 GMT

It’s okay to be your biggest supporter. I mean if you don’t then who will? Lately, I feel like I have a thousand open tabs in my brain. The chaos is churning. And finally I think it’s working. Sounds funny I know . For me, I have a lot of hats I wear. I’m a mother. My son has a learning disability, my oldest is newly engaged. I work full time as a lead assistant in a busy practice. I show up in my relationship and my friendships. I write and now newly, (taking a sigh of relief) opened an online store spontaneously. On a whim, with no experience. Just me learning to market myself with building a brand and a newly created website. I am proud of myself. Where would I be if I listened to the do not do it in my back of my mind? It takes sorta a bad bitch to show up in all of those roles and be present. Not to mention my son plays travel soccer. I have zero time. When do I rest you ask? I am not at the moment. The passion is running in my veins and I don’t want this to end. I am determined to do this for ME! I want to show all the haters that I did this. I’m not that bitter, I’d maybe even enclose a tshirt just for them. Just because. Bad bitch is loading and she is staying. Watch out. I will be around for awhile.

Much love ,

ChristinaUnedited

My fight or flight response.

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 07 Aug 2026 21:13:58 GMT

I have an autoimmune disorder. I was diagnosed when I was 19 years old and when that happened I didn’t understand the future. What that looked like. I had a traumatic experience and it made me sick. My autoimmune disease reared pretty strong. I was put on medication to suppress my immune system. I felt like I had to grow up faster.

My life was not ruined by this diagnosis, it made me learn more about my own body. I listened to my body when I needed to rest or if I felt off by something. Through pregnancy I was high risk. I supposed when you have specialist involved it’s definitely an automatic. I had two healthy pregnancies. Years later I was advised to not have anymore kids due to my health issues.

As sad as that maybe, I listened. Do I wish I had more kids? My body was out of control at moments. So was my marriage. I was dealing with my own emotions while my marriage was ending. I was taking injections to suppress my immune system.

Fast forward. I’ve divorced. And I’ve felt the best I’ve ever felt. Off all my medications. I have put myself into remission solely on my cortisol levels lowered. It’s amazing what stress can do to your health.

Health is wealth.

The self doubt mirror.

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 07 Aug 2026 03:43:41 GMT

The older I get at the young age of 42 I have realized that I haven’t been very nice to myself. I’ve been so critical on myself and sometimes all I need is grace. Why do people but women in general try to achieve things that are beyond attainable. Can we really have it all? Social media has glorified everyone’s life to make you feel like yours is subpar. When in reality it’s normal. It’s normal to not drive the newest car or the fancy vacations . It’s normal to age. For me the act of comparing myself to others can be too much sometimes. I sometimes feel like I’m behind or not pretty enough, skinny enough, or successful enough. My anxiety plays a role in my thinking.

I sometimes need a gentle reminder from a friend to tell me that I’m doing good. I should be proud of myself. I am proud of myself, but when I start feeling down about myself it sounds like I’m not. Why do we treat ourselves like we don’t deserve celebration? I’ve decided to not allow others opinions get the best of me.

Even at the young age of 42 I am still learning. Learning has no timeline; so why are we so critical about ourselves when the timeline is never ending?

Much love ,

ChristinaUnedited

Are you having a great day?

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 07 Aug 2026 03:32:07 GMT

I was randomly scrolling designs for shirts tonight and came across the saying about it’s a good day to have a great day. I’ve heard this exact saying many times especially at work when the boss announces it. Tonight I felt this saying was speaking to me. Cliche I know , but for me I have chosen to have a great day. Most days are good, not bad, but not great. The saying makes everyone try to live up to the expectations of what great really means. For me great is getting out of bed every morning and going to work, deciding to be productive and not allow negativity into my life. I’ve realized through my personal experiences that great isn’t always achieved. Matter of fact good sometimes is a stretch for some. I’ve been there. I used to have the hardest time getting out of bed and then having the urge to go back to bed. Wanting to sleep away my pain that I held inside. I would take mental health days and just sleep the day away. Now, I look at sleep differently. I use it to recharge my battery. I don’t rot in bed as I would call it. I make myself get up and give myself tasks to do. Sounds like it’s a lot for some people or maybe not enough. Depends on what side you’re on.

Today was a great day. I laughed with my friends, I treated myself to an iced coffee, and I practiced some self care. So next time you hear that saying, remind yourself that you too can have a great day. It is achievable. Your good can turn into great.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited

Showing up mentally.

ChristinaUnedited — Tue, 04 Aug 2026 02:59:36 GMT

I know everyone has been there before. Feeling of being pulled in 5 million directions. But what direction is the best? If you’re like me , I have a hard time saying no. I can and will always show up for others while leaving my cup dry. I will make every effort to be the best employee, the best friend, the best mother and best girlfriend. I pride myself…

Before the I do.

ChristinaUnedited — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 04:11:45 GMT

My life is wild. One moment I’m writing and setting up a business and the next I’m celebrating the recent engagement of my daughter. These are happy moments. It’s very hard to not be excited, but I am also trying my best to not put my own life in her shoes. I was engaged at 19. Yes, what the hell was I even thinking. I went through my entire adulthood m…

My horn needs sharpening.

ChristinaUnedited — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 02:42:20 GMT

It’s hard to not think the universe is against you sometimes. When I feel something goes well then I get hit with something that pulls the negative energy back in. I’ve decided to ride with the energy. Maybe I’m flying on my majestic unicorn. Maybe I’m delusional.

I started an online business. Spontaneously. I am not rich. I am actually paying off my debt leftover from a divorce. I have always felt I have more than being a mother and working a 8-5. I randomly started playing around with making designs about two years ago. I actually started selling journals on Amazon. That idea was great til it wasn’t. I had all my eggs in one basket and then one day Amazon decided to say my content was offensive. How rude. It was not at the least offensive. They kept my proceeds. Wild. It’s okay, I’ve learned a lot from that.

I had clarity last Sunday. I can still design stuff and make shirts, hats and bags. I can do this. The universe is not in my corner always but I’m not giving up. I don’t have a new laptop or cellphone. I am determined and passionate about this. I feel a rush of dopamine has hit and I’m ready to fight for my baby to do good. For me. I need this to do well for me. I was scared to do this because of failing , once again. I can’t succeed if I don’t try. My lesson for all of this is do the vulnerable things. So while I ride on my majestic creature I want everyone to ride with me.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited

Porno with audible.

ChristinaUnedited — Fri, 31 Jul 2026 02:58:30 GMT

Sexual health in women is something that feels shameful or taboo. Women can feel uncomfortable and shunned when talking about their bodies and experimenting sexually. I know because I used to be one of them. My then partner didn’t know how to turn me on sexually. I read all the spicy books and he looked down upon it. I felt dirty and not in a good way. He barely knew how to touch me to make me have an orgasm. I would secretly go in the bathroom and give myself an orgasm to release stress. I felt uncomfortable. And for what? Tables turned in my late 30’s. I started to feel sexy. Post divorce I wanted to embrace being sexual. I had in my mind what I was looking for in a partner. I needed someone to be confident in the bedroom and if not confident to not make me feel uncomfortable. The lack of intimacy can break a relationship. Now, in my relationship we have intimacy through out the day. Text messages and sweet words to each other. Random “Thinking about you messages”. That’s the core to warming my engine up. Finding someone who you can be you fully is really hard. The connection aspect is valuable. I’ve found someone that allows me to express my sexual desires without judgement. Now that’s sexy. I like my porno in audio books. I dive deep into a book with erotic material. Not only does it make a quick trip to grocery store interesting, but gives me being a woman empowering. Next time someone sees me in the grocery store I might be looking for the peppers in the dairy aisle. You ask why? The spice is heating up and I need milk to cool it on down.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited ❤️

I’ve survived PTSD. Twice.

ChristinaUnedited — Thu, 30 Jul 2026 21:40:21 GMT

My childhood memories sometimes come to me as a blur. I don’t understand why because I had for the most part a normal childhood. I played with my Barbie’s and roller skated most of the time. I was always outside playing. I had the experience to live internationally when I was a child. My dad was military and was set to live overseas. I was maybe 5 at the time and just started kindergarten. This is where is gets fuzzy. I don’t remember my kindergarten class or anything around that time. After , yes I could tell you the name of my best friend and the teachers name.

We moved to Panama. I could not appreciate what the experience was because I was a small child. I loved the beach and remember playing on the beach a lot. The sand and the taste of the salt water. The monkeys in our backyard and the fresh banana trees. It was such a beautiful place. Fast forward to December of 1989. It was close to Christmas , I remember the Christmas tree was decorated in our military housing that was provided. A Santa clause figure came around the block for the kids on a military style vehicle. I was excited for Christmas. I was a believer for sure. My parents always did Christmas big. The house always smelled of Christmas cookies. What a joyous time. Such an innocent time. Or so I thought.

I was jolted out of bed in the middle of the night. My mom not my dad came into my bedroom ( I had the front bedroom upstairs), and she pulled me out of my bed. I remember the sounds of fire works. How silly I thought. It was not the 4th of July. Little did I know that Panama and the United States were in war. War starts at night. I still can remember the feeling now at 42. I was scared. Where was my dad? It was me and my two sisters with my mom. She had to hold down the fort. We were stationed on base but that did not matter. Gun fire was going on all around the housing. We all were scared. My mom placed us all in the bathroom downstairs. There was no windows. We had pillows and blankets. I slept next to the wash machine. This part was a blur. I don’t remember how long we were there. We opened our gifts up early. Christmas was different that year. I can’t remember how and when we were shipped out back to the United States. Before I knew it we were in Florida with my grandma. My dad had to stay back in Panama to help pack us up.

Upon arriving back stateside I experienced nightmares. I’d wake up in the middle of the night and see my mom with holes all over her face. I was in a special therapy program at the school. The nightmares continued for a while. I was the only one out of my two sisters that were affected this way.

One year went by and my dad go orders back to Panama. I went back and turned my trauma into something positive. I had the best time overseas and learned at a young age to appreciate the culture. We spent the next 3 years living overseas. I am the person I am because I believe I experienced life early on.

My life went into a downward spiral before I turned 40. Was separated and went to therapy for PTSD. Our relationship was domestic and I experienced verbal and mental distress. I had a much harder time springing back to normal me. Anti-depressants helped me bounce back to life.

My life has taught me a lot of lessons. The most and valuable one for me is that I am resilient. I can overcome anything. I did it at a young age and I can do it now. Don’t let your past trauma haunt you in your daily life.

Much Love,

ChristinaUnedited

Girl, spin that record.

ChristinaUnedited — Thu, 30 Jul 2026 16:43:41 GMT

Reflection comes and goes on the daily for me. I am always looking forward to the future, but want time to slow down. Looking back at the past can lead me down the path of anxiety. My life has changed so much in the past 5 years. It’s such a rewarding moment to be able to sit here and tell my story. I’m not perfect. I’ve made mistakes along the way. I’v…

I popped my cherry. 🍒

ChristinaUnedited — Wed, 29 Jul 2026 00:02:16 GMT

Drops of sweat bead up on my lower back. No, it’s not because I’m in my 40’s and perimenopause hits at night. My heart is racing, hair is matted, and hips have relaxed. Orgasm in your 40’s has awaken me at what my body can do. Vanilla sex is no longer in my vocabulary. I want the scandalous and spontaneous sex now. It gives second life. Makes me love my body even more. It begins with your partner. How do they make you feel? Do you feel sexy?

I never thought a climax can make me want to cry and scream at the same time. How and why am I this late to the game? Was I with the wrong person the entire time? My body is not tense to allow him to touch me in places that I never felt comfortable before. His touch sends a zing up my spine and down my legs. He teases me with how soft he is. He kisses the nape of my neck while he pulls my hair back.

He devours me in all the ways. I feel like a queen who is being worshiped. My body has surrendered to his ways. I slip into a deep state after my body calms down. My mind and heart is still yet fulfilled. Being a woman has taught and still is teaching me new things about myself. It’s such a beautiful thing to experience true chemistry and intimacy. When you have it, it comes natural. No work, just fun. Everything aligns. Sex in your twenties is great, but in your 40’s. Now that’s a wild ride.

Much Love 💕

ChristinaUnedited