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Working My Nerves
Even after the divorce the ex continues to pin the blame for random things on me. He is working my every last nerve.
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Failure Is Not an Option…
So I have a goal for the end of this month: to feel (and noticeably look) more fit. I would like to be able to say that I am only motivated by personal improvement… but I’m not that noble! Mr Horrible is arriving for a visit, and Lord knows I don’t want to be found worse off than when I left! I gained 20 lbs since I moved here to Texas. I know I sank into an unhealthy depression, after the big move, the trauma from the move, and emotions (mine and the children’s) crashed on me all at once. It doesn’t make me feel better to see the evidence…
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Fuck Father’s Day
Father's Day used to mean something. But when the father of your children is a douchebag, what is there to celebrate? Not all men make good fathers.
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Filled With Regret
Sometimes you get lucky and find music that speaks to the feelings and emotions that you experience. When I find a song that seems to just gets me, I can’t help but wonder how that artist just “got me” in a way that other people and those who are closest to the box I am fighting to get out of, just don’t seem to.
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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.
