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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
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In search of the thirtysomething mom
I know I cannot be the only thirtysomething mom with children in middle school. Right? I feel like I am hunting for a mythical creature. I can't be the only thirtysomething with kids.
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Movie For One
I go to the movies alone. I love it and totally don’t mind not having someone else with me to watch the movie. Maybe it’s residual conditioning from having experienced the extreme opposite: going to the movies with a loudmouth malcontent who ruined the experience either by falling asleep during the movie or by being the guy who blurted out the plot because he figured it out ten minutes into the film…
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I Dub Thee Mr Horrible
I am really tired of referring to my was-husband as “the ex”. He isn’t my anything anymore. I would like to permanently disown him if that were at all possible. Since I can’t do that (damn the mixing of genetic material!) the next best thing is to give him a whole new title.
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Passive Aggressive
It might have been easier to leave had he been overtly abusive and used his fists or had shouted more. Unfortunately his methods were more insidious, harder to detect, therefore, easier to excuse away. It is hard to grasp just how crazy I felt all the time married to someone who employed his passive-aggressiveness like a samurai sword. I am having difficulty believing that I will ever “grow” from this experience, or be able to look back on it without tons of regret and shame.
