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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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5 Days and Counting
FMG and I are on day 3 (4 by time this posts) of co-habitating and day 5 of his sobriety. And I must say, I am pleasantly surprised at how well things have been going. Not that I expected it to be miserable, but it was pretty tense the month before he got here. But Read more
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Super Needy Underwriters
I’ve been living in my house for five-ish years. I’ve been renting. When I first moved in, I was leasing to purchase and was supposed to buy it after a year or two (I don’t remember). But I am a “job” hopper and I never really stay anywhere very long if I’m not happy. And Read more
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Two Camps of Relationships
And I did exactly what I told myself I wasn’t going to do. I sent FMG a text. I won’t pretend that maybe it wasn’t a terribly stupid idea. But I also can’t pretend that I don’t love him and think maybe he’s my one. I helped him get the rest of his stuff out Read more
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