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Hurt
When it’s quiet and there’s nothing else to distract me, that’s when I think of my son. When i imagine what my next time with him will be like, that’s when I get sad. When I think of how much I miss him, that’s when I cry. Thanks for stopping…
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it was a good day
I haven’t written anything in over a week at least nothing that’s ready for posting yet. I’ve been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately: thinking about my son and the STBX. But last night and today was much different. Either i’m starting to settle in, or my sleep schedule…
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An open letter to the soon-to-be-ex
There’s so much I want to say to you, but doing so seems so pointless now. On second thought, I wanna get is off my chest and I don’t care if you see/hear it or not. I want to apologize for my part in the dissolution of this marriage. When I decided…
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Tales from another broken home
I get a phone call yesterday from a 843 area code number that I don’t recognize. After checking my voice mail, I realize that it’s my son. As she has talked about doing, the STBX bought our son a cell phone. Needless to say, I have some mixed feelings about…
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course correction
At long last, I finally sent off my copy of the STBX’s separation agreement – with my counter-proposals of course. I’m finally glad to have that off of my chest. I still get a chuckle out of the fact that she said to me “you mean you’re retaining a lawyer?”…
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one less thing
I got my financial aid refund for school. Basically I’m robbing Peter to pay Paul but it enables me to take care of some of my current financial obligations. To paraphrase Forrest Gump “one less thing to worry about” With that dinero, I was able to get my textbooks…
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…and valleys
I have good days and I have bad days. On those days in-the-middle, i have good times and i have bad times.
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I need a young priest and an old priest…
I feel like its time to bury the proverbial hatchet with my past, let go with old grudges from my awkward years and move on.
