Mine's Broken

Welcome to my site.
I’m so glad you’re here — because clearly, your picker led you somewhere useful for once.

Remember that opera scene in Pretty Woman where Julia Roberts says, “Mine are broken,” about her opera glasses?

They weren’t actually broken.
She was just… using them wrong.

Yeah. That’s my life.

Nothing was technically broken.
I was just applying the wrong settings to the right situations — especially when it came to love, boundaries, and thinking “potential” was a personality trait.

And if you’ve ever looked back at your dating history and thought,
“Huh. Same circus, different clown,”
then welcome. You’re home.

Who Am I?

I’m a retired Air Force officer.
A 100% service-connected disabled veteran.
A former pinup model (yes, really).
A single mom to two brilliant adult daughters who somehow survived my learning curve.

I’ve worn the uniform.
I’ve worn red lipstick.
And I’ve worn rose-colored glasses that made red flags look like party decorations.

I’m not here to be polished.
I’m here to be honest.

What You’ll Find Here

This blog isn’t curated perfection.
It’s clarity with a side of sarcasm.

You’ll find posts filtered into three main categories:

Tracegian
(My own language for surviving life with humor, edge, and unapologetic honesty.)
Think: lessons learned the hard way, translated so you don’t have to.

My Picker
Ah yes. The infamous picker.
My documented history of choosing emotionally unavailable men with excellent lighting.
You’ll get a long list of what NOT to do — plus the proof that you can go through hell and still come out hopeful, healed, and hilarious.

100% Service-Connected Disabled Female Veteran Life
If you’ve ever tried to navigate the VA and thought,
“This paperwork feels like a psychological endurance test,”
pull up a chair. I might be able to help.

What This Isn’t

This isn’t a pity party.
This isn’t man-bashing.
This isn’t trauma-dumping without a lesson.

This is growth — with teeth.

It might make you uncomfortable.
It might make you laugh out loud.
It might make you realize your “type” has been sabotaging you.

Good.

Clarity is rarely quiet.

What I Hope You Get From Here

I hope something here:

• Makes you think
• Makes your soul smile
• Makes you laugh at something you used to cry over
• Makes you say, “Oh. It’s not just me.”

Because it’s not just you.

Sometimes “mine are broken” doesn’t mean you’re damaged.
It just means no one taught you how to adjust the focus.

And if that’s you?
Stick around.

I’d love to hear your Mine’s Broken moments.

Let’s fix some settings together.

— Tracy