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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.
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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…
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Recompense of a Liar
Why do liars think that they are entitled to the truth? Their deceptive actions show me they can’t handle the truth! So what’s a girl to do when she has to make moves that put her in the awkward position of having to trust the bastard that got you in the mess you’re in? Why, treat him like he likes to be treated: With the best Oscar winning portrayal of “The Truthful Wife”. He deserves no better, at least I think so.
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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.
