When a woman who's had enough finally gets a microphone.
I'm Gina. 40, divorced, raising three kids, and done pretending I'm fine. Every Monday I get brutally honest, and brutally funny, about divorce, dating after divorce, daddy issues, gaslighting, co-parenting, and rebuilding a life that didn't go the way you planned. No filters. No shame. Just the truth that makes you say “oh my God, me too.”
The whole story, in order
Daddy Tissues is one true story, told from the beginning. Episodes 1 through 5 are the openers: who I am, and why this show exists. The story itself starts at Chapter 1 and picks up a new chapter every Monday. Pick a door.
I'm F*cking Doing This
I just got divorced, turned 40, I have three kids, a lifetime of trauma, and a microphone I barely know how to use. This is the first episode. It's about why.
Who Is Vicky?
I'm 17, standing in an art supply store, talking to a boy I met five seconds ago. My mom is behind me going “Gina, stop.” Welcome to Chapter 1.
Grab your daddy tissues
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EPISODE 01 · THE OPENERS
I'm F*cking Doing This
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EPISODE 02 · THE OPENERS
The Roots
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EPISODE 03 · THE OPENERS
The Boiling Frog
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EPISODE 04 · THE OPENERS
Let's Get High
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EPISODE 05 · THE OPENERS
White Trash
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EPISODE 06 · CHAPTER 1
Who Is Vicky?
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EPISODE 07 · CHAPTER 2
Get Out of Jail Free Card
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EPISODE 08 · CHAPTER 3
Fan Mail
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EPISODE 09 · CHAPTER 4
The Battleground
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EPISODE 10 · A DETOUR
The Wrong B*tch
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EPISODE 11 · CHAPTER 5
Car Insurance
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EPISODE 12 · CHAPTER 6
Don't Forget to Brush
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EPISODE 13 · CHAPTER 7
He'll Get Over It
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EPISODE 14 · CHAPTER 8
The Box
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EPISODE 15 · CHAPTER 9
Leftovers
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EPISODE 16 · CHAPTER 10
Black Sheep
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EPISODE 17 · CHAPTER 11
Permission Slip
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EPISODE 18 · CHAPTER 12
No-Shower Happy Hour
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“When one woman tells the truth, another woman gets free.”
Not your therapy. Just the truth.
I'm a single mom in Philadelphia. I just got divorced, turned 40, I have three kids, a lifetime of trauma, and a microphone I barely know how to use. I am completely unqualified, and somehow I know I'm the most qualified person on earth to do this show.
This show is a safe place for women to vent, laugh, cry, admit the ugly, and feel less alone. It's for the women carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders while still trying to be hot, loved, desired, sane, rich, chosen, and most importantly, free.
No, you are not crazy. That was fucked up. Grab your coffee, your tequila, or your Ativan, and grab your daddy tissues.
Every “f**k” costs me a quarter.
This show is recorded on my bed, edited at my kitchen table, and paid for by me. If an episode ever made you feel less alone, bail me out. A dollar, five, ten, whatever you've got. It keeps the lights on in the studio.
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