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Getting a clue
Anyone who has followed my blog will know that I have maintained a marriage with a man who for the most part was not involved actively as a father, and even less so as a husband. Devoted was not a word I used to describe our relationship. So, after thirteen years of marriage, fourteen years of being together, I had finally suffered enough insults and emotional/psychological, and to a degree physical, abuse that filing for divorce was inevitable. Question is, why did it take me so long and how can I keep from feeling stupid as hell for believing that someone like him would change, and that I would be…
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Blogging for Sanity…
So I can’t afford therapy. No surprise there. That is what happens as a newly-single-mom-on-a-budget! I can’t keep these feelings/thoughts bottled up inside… next best thing to having a therapist, I have decided, is getting all this stuff out via my blog.
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Krakatoa on the Inside…An Ode to the Death of My Marriage
I have been seething about the divorce for a long time. First I spent from June to September of last year in deep mourning over the death of my marriage. I cried, and cried and cried some more. I hate crying but I couldn’t help myself, nor could I stop.
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I was married to the “Bad Boy”
I was married to the punk snot nosed kid on the block. Growing up, there is always some boy in your neighborhood, kinda cute in a skinny upturned nose sort of way, but this kid has a bad attitude, he’s the bad boy. The parents don’t pay him too much attention, he’s always running the streets, he probably plays guitar, he lives dangerously. Rides his bike too fast, or drives a dirt bike when he’s too young.
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Lost in the Emotional Desert
It’s the day after Christmas and it almost feels like Christmas didn’t even happen. I miss my mom and my brother already, they took what little Christmas spirit I had with them when they drove away. They had to leave yesterday because my mother had to work today. I am so glad they were here, the kids and I really enjoyed spending time with them… mr horrible seemed more interested in playing Skyrim than he did in spending any time with me or my family.
