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You Can’t Want it More Than They Do
Last week ended on a pretty high note. I closed on the house I’ve been trying to buy despite my “snarky” letter to the needy underwriter. And Flea Market Guy is going on 18 days sober and has been pretty perfect so far. Well, as perfect as someone trying to get their shit together can… Read more
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Little Victories
Today marks 2 weeks of Flea Market Guy’s sobriety and almost two weeks of us living together. Both have been surprisingly pleasant. I think part of the success was FMG moving in with me. Even though it wasn’t under the circumstances that I would have wanted it which would have looked like lots of conversation… Read more
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Exercise or Die
I’m always on a quest to get healthier. I don’t believe in quick weight loss magic and I don’t really believe in fad diets. I’m all for surgery if a person needs it, but for me, I try to do the natural thing like not eating ice cream for breakfast and exercising. Both are torturous,… Read more
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Playing Teflon
I very rarely talk about my day job because I feel like writing is my actual life and if it doesn’t involve writing or reading (and, of course, Flea Market Guy or my children) then it’s just not very important, but I’ve had a rough couple days at work and maybe I need to vent… Read more
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Writing, Cohabitation, and Long Weekends
I’ve been making a more concerted effort to do more writing related things. Usually I have to get hyped up like a football player at a pre game pep rally before I can sit down and write. To do that, I buy or reread one of the many books on writing that get my blood… Read more
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A skewed perspective
I had an appointment with Super Therapist today. A lot had happened since our meeting last Tuesday. When I last saw her, I was at the bottom of the spiral with Flea Market Guy and I was ready to walk away. I had to update her on the whole situation aka his ex girlfriend “helping… Read more
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