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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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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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I’ll See Your Divorce and Raise You an Abuser
A book I read triggered some reflections on the divorce and how it all went down. And something about a game of poker...
