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Pandemic Graduation – Surprise, the Ex is Still an Asshole
My youngest son has graduated high school. Thanks to COVID-19 the graduation ceremony was first cancelled, then postponed, then it evolved into this weird drive-thru event at a race track.
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The Witching Hour Approaches
I am not ready for Halloween. I am suddenly under pressure when the Apartment announces they are hosting a party. What do I do?
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Not Falling For That Again…
I’m getting real tired of people taking advantage of my kindness. It starts out benign, one day they ask for a ride. Then the next thing you know, they act like it should be no big deal to get you to take them all over Timbuktu at the drop of a hat.
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Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
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A Lame Excuse By Any Other Name, Is Still Lame…
I received an email in my Inbox, specifically to a folder where I am having the emails from my ex redirected to, and it was from several days ago. Having his emails re-routed out of my Inbox is therapeutic, since thinking about him still pisses me off, I see no point in allowing him to be the thing that sends me spinning off into the anger vortex, this way I can see his emails when I’m good and ready–not have them sneak attack me at random times of the day. So back to the email…
