Monthly Archives: November 2009

wisdom of The Dog Walker

“When I get older I think I’m gonna marry a man with a job.” “Oh yeah? Why is that?” I asked her, laughing, but not out loud because I wanted a candid response. “Because I don’t think I want to … Continue reading

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text

From The AA: U always look great in pink..but I think that blue u have on looks just as good! U look cute….

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eh?

I know this is probably going to sound stupid, but I feel like my happy self today is kinda betraying the sad self of the weekend. Weird, no? Yeah, I’m a conundrum at every turn. I feel oddly ok with … Continue reading

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their mama’s a vixen

I drank more wine this weekend than I’m comfortable admitting. I shed more tears than I have in the past year….probably two years. I did nothing but drink, cry, sleep and watch FaLaLaLa Lifetime xmas movies. And now I’m done. … Continue reading

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i just don’t know

He called, but my phone has been on silent all weekend to avoid hearing it. It’s been good. I’d talked at length with Ex-Husband this morning and he told me to not talk to him, to tell him I need … Continue reading

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smiles

big ones. happy ones. real ones. ones I want to come back to me.

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where do I go what do I say what do I do

I was numb all day Saturday. I didn’t cry, I didn’t hurt, I didn’t call him as he requested in his text. Instead I watched TV, slept, watched more TV, slept more, cuddled with the babies, slept more. It was … Continue reading

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dying

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heartbroken

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failed vulnerability

I’ve been waiting to get home so I could fall apart. Totally and completely. And stupid Old Uncle Marvin had to go and drag his feet finishing the work we had to do for our regulatory audit, so I ended … Continue reading

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questions

I feel like I want to throw up. It’s never ok to cry at work, I tell myself as I fight back the tears that want so badly to come. I can’t wait to get to my bed so I … Continue reading

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stab me in the heart

I’m devastated really. Confused. Hurt. And really, really confused. I think he is, too. We sat down to talk and he told me he just didn’t see a relationship right now. Timing. He’s not at a place to provide for … Continue reading

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not chosen

Just friends. Doesn’t feel like he’s in a place to provide for a relationship. Tears. Not good enough. I hurt.

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breathing again

I’ve said it before and I will say it again – as much as I looove baking cupcakes it totally stresses me out. When they’re for an order, I mean. I’m so concerned with making sure they are perfect and … Continue reading

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random time again

My horoscope this morning told me it’s ok to be late for work. Do you think they notified my boss of such? I am so excited to see The AA tonight. And be sober the whole night I’m with him. … Continue reading

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good morning

I love my dogs. I love my dogs. I love my dogs. Well, right now I kinda hate them. Turn my back for 4 seconds and shit all goes to hell. I was just looking at pictures of myself on … Continue reading

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nosy ass bitches

“Hey Barista! How are you?” I turned around expecting to see the woman whose cupcake order was sitting on the table by my desk, but instead it was another woman who works in that same department. “I’m great. How are … Continue reading

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thankful

Last week Will told me he was cancelling Thanksgiving. I was so sad when he told me because I was looking forward to it, and also because I didn’t really want to spent the day alone making a huge ol’ … Continue reading

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the world according to the dog walker….and the assistant

“Is she home?” I heard The Assistant yell as I stood on my balcony. “Yup!” The Dog Walker yelled back. It was dark so they didn’t see me standing out there as they rode their bikes up to my building. … Continue reading

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scary

I woke up alone Saturday morning in The AA’s hard bed. It was 7:30 and I expected to be alone, as I’d woken up when he left to go sleep on the couch around 4:30, so I wasn’t surprised. But … Continue reading

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