Brooke Weaver is not my real name.

Wait!

What?

Of course it’s not.

I chose it because it reminded me of “water” and “intention”. That’s just stupid...

Still going with it…

I am Brooke Weaver, just the name-fibbing-version.

I’m still afraid and intimidated by my ex husband. Not in a physical way.

I’m also afraid of hurting or embarrassing my kids. It only takes one “great intentioned” friend to blow my “cover”.

I don’t believe the truth sets you free…until you’re completely aligned with what you’re hiding or protecting. Until then, I’m sticking to “Brooke”.

If I could choose a new name, it would be so friggin awesome! Well, maybe only friggin awesome when you’re telling it to the sheriff, “Honestly Sir, Hot-Pants-MaGee is my real name”.