Daddy Tissues

📍 Chapter 13 of Gina's story (Episode 19). New here? Start at Episode 1 → https://daddy-tissues.captivate.fm/episode/im-fcking-doing-this Seven years. Seven years I had not seen this man, not once. Same neighborhoods, same bars, same shore towns, same everything — Philly's not that big and the shore's even smaller — and not one sighting. He went from the moon to just gone. And now here he is, at...

📍 Chapter 12 of Gina's story (Episode 18). New here? Start at Episode 1 → https://daddy-tissues.captivate.fm/episode/im-fcking-doing-this I'm recording this at two o'clock in the afternoon and I have not showered. I'm not sure when the last time was. I did school drop-off like this. I did the UPS return like this. I had a full conversation with another mother in a parking lot like this — and nobo...

Chapter 11: Permission Slip Somebody is saying something about you that is so wrong, so twisted, so completely fucked up that your brain disconnects — and what do you do? You smile. Head tilt. Little nod. "Mm-hmm." Meanwhile, inside your body is a Slipknot concert. Front row. Volume all the way up. Chapter Eleven starts with the Good Little Girl Expectation List — the one nobody hands you, but you...

A few years ago I found an old camcorder in a box... there was my oldest, four years old, right after Christmas, in his little blue robe and slippers... I forgot his voice. I forgot what that little voice sounded like, and the second I heard it I missed it so much I couldn't breathe. And I have a five-year-old downstairs right now. This is Chapter 10. The years in the apartment while the box in my...

The last time I told my story, my mother said the neighbor was going to torture me for the rest of my life, and I said he'd get over it. I was wrong — there's a box in my basement with 294 court entries that says so. But before I open it, you need to meet the girl who was living her life while it filled up. This is Chapter 9. How I got out of my parents' house (there were scissors involved — nobod...

It's Labor Day weekend. Fireworks going off outside. I'm alone in my house, and instead of being at the shore, I went down to the basement and dragged up a giant box with one word written on it in permanent marker: COURT. Some people have a cooler. I have litigation. Inside: 300 entries between two court cases — custody and support — and sixteen years of stories behind the paperwork. I sat down to...

I'm human. My electric got shut off, my kids are mean, and I don't have a production team — but the story keeps going. Chapter 7: my first time ever in a courtroom (the first of hundreds), and the debut of a woman you'll be hearing a lot more about — Polly Pocket. What it feels like to walk into a room where everyone has already decided who you are. The gossip lesson I'm actually grateful for: "an...

My three-year-old son was lying in a hospital bed recovering from being hit by a car — and that's when I found out his father had gone behind my back and taken emergency custody of him. Not because he wanted to raise him. Because I had moved on, and this was the punishment. This is Chapter 6. The kitchen where my dad said "I'm going to start making phone calls." The welcome home party where nobody...

I thought the worst thing that could happen had already happened. My three-year-old had been hit by a car. He almost died. And somehow… that wasn't the end of it. Chapter 5 picks up in the hospital, on the night before my son was finally supposed to come home. The Spider-Man blanket — and the moment he realized I'd moved on. Why my son's father suddenly HAD to leave to go get "car insurance" while...

You know what's really fucking annoying? Growth. I've grown enough. Every time you become a stronger, wiser woman, God goes "Amazing, she learned that lesson — let's absolutely fuck her week up and see if it stuck." I'm tired. Give me Botox and peace. This episode was supposed to be the next chapter of my story. For the first time in ten weeks, I couldn't do it — because my brain couldn't go back...

This is the chapter I almost didn't tell. Last chapter ended on a normal fall night in Northeast Philly — leaves in the orange pumpkin bags, mac and cheese on the stove, a kiss on my son's head before I left for the gym. And then my phone rang. My actual next-door neighbor, completely out of breath: "Your son got hit by a car." I thought he was messing with me. He wasn't. And when I asked "Is he o...

Today is a celebration. Pour yourself some champagne — I've reached the magical level of podcasting where people are angry about things I didn't say, names I didn't use, and jokes they've decided to treat like sworn testimony. So this one opens with a little fan mail: a toast to the haters, a quick word with God (we're boys, we get each other), and the one thing I need everybody to understand — yo...

I'm 18 years old and I'm sitting in a basket of dirty laundry. Not next to it. IN it. In my mother's cellar, following her around the house all day like a puppy, because I have something to tell her and I physically cannot get the words out. Chapter 1 ended with one word on the morning of my 18th birthday: pregnant. This week you get the whole story. Five positive tests and a due date instead of a...

I'm 17 years old, standing in an art supply store outside the city, talking to a boy I met five seconds ago. My mom is behind me going "Gina, stop." And I look this complete stranger dead in the eye and say: "Who is Vicky?" What he said broke my heart into a million pieces for the very first time. Welcome to Chapter 1. I told you I'd tell my story from the beginning, and I keep my promises. Time m...

A phone call from Gina’s cousin brings her face-to-face with the exact fear she had before starting this podcast: being judged by someone she loved. In this episode, Gina talks about the woman who felt like a second mother growing up, the painful fallout that happened after her divorce, and what it feels like when family love turns out to have terms and conditions. This is an episode about truth,...

There's nothing like a fresh bottle of nail polish — smooth, clean, untouched, before anyone's contaminated it. But leave it in a drawer long enough and it goes thick, crusty, expired. Most people toss it. Gina the fixer? She pours in a little acetone and shakes it back to life. Sound familiar? This week, Gina turns a bottle of polish into the most accurate metaphor for fear, hoarding, and that ma...

You did the work. You read the books, went to therapy, drank the Kool-Aid, hauled around the giant embarrassing water bottle. And then he walks in with the right eyes and the right chaos, and your whole nervous system lights up like a slot machine. So what is that feeling — chemistry, or your childhood trauma getting pushed through your veins by the little mad scientist Gina lovingly calls Mr. Tra...

When the chaos isn't loud: the nice guy, the covert narcissist, and how toxic relationships heat up one degree at a time. Gina on gaslighting, being made to feel crazy, quiet control, and the real questions that tell you whether you're actually safe — or just less obviously in danger than last time. This podcast reflects personal experiences and opinions and is not therapy or professional advice....

Daddy issues aren't a punchline — they're the map. Gina digs into why smart, self-aware women keep choosing the same wound in different men, what your childhood actually wired into you about love, and why awareness isn't the same as healing. The patterns start way before the relationship you're crying over now. This podcast reflects personal experiences and opinions and is not therapy or professio...

Divorce, dating, daddy issues, and the truth nobody says out loud — welcome to Daddy Tissues. Gina Sullivan introduces herself: 40, divorced, three kids, zero filter, and done pretending she's fine. Why your breakdown might be the beginning of everything, and why when one woman tells the truth, another woman gets free. Grab your coffee, your tequila, your Ativan — and grab your daddy tissues, girl...

The brutally honest, brutally funny show for women holding it all together with a hair tie and spite. Divorce, dating, daddy issues, and the truth nobody says out loud. First episodes drop Monday, June 15th. Music: "Do It Anyway" by Scarlett Solo, used under license. KMhkNiUXxswSlv2PKfBQ