Don’t Let History Repeat Itself


While it is odd to hear him laughing in the other room, I know without a shadow of doubt I don’t want history to repeat itself. NO way. I don’t want him back. That would be as maddening to me as a record that skips and keeps playing the same few lines over and over again. I want him to find a good life for himself and could only hope it would be as good as the life I have found for myself.

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Truth and Forgiveness


My thoughts are spiritual today. Seriously spiritual. I’ve been thinking a lot about worth. Who is worth it? Why offer forgiveness? Why give second chances? I learned the hard way in my marriage and with Slimeball that just because I believe and offer forgiveness does not mean they are worthy of it. It’s a hard lesson to learn. It’s even harder to exercise. Because it is in my blood to forgive. As Ephesians 4:32 says, “And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, just as God also in Christ forgave you.” I’ve tried to live by this for many years.

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Can’t Get Enough


was right! He was just happy to be close to me. I did his laundry and folded things as I do and there was not one negative word. After our movie and New Girl we snuggled on the couch and he feel asleep. At one point I nestled my nose in his neck as he breathed heavy and then lifted his leg over mine and we were kind of wrapped in each other. Oh Lord. Please. Yes. This is what I want. This very thing. This man’s heart. Please.

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Domesticated


Feminists will not like this post, but I don’t care. I lived for years as a proud woman who handled anything work threw at me and accepted (albeit begrudgingly my role as brain and decision maker for the family.) It was a burden. I didn’t want it and I didn’t like it. But I was strong willed and I knew what I was good at and was told what I was bad at so there it was. I was in an upside down marriage. I wore the pants.

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Give It a Rest


I just typed 838 words of venting. I’ve been turning an idea over and over in my mind and nothing good is coming out anymore. I’m afraid I’ve over mixed. I’m at odds with Harry over a particular issue and I’m emotional today. After spewing with fingers flying for 20 minutes, I had to stop to retrieve my daughter from school.

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