Love
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I swear, I would really, really love a week where my world wasn’t rocked by some random piece of information that shouldn’t bother me anymore, but it does. This week, my ex-husband is the reason I’ve been distracted. And I won’t get into it here, but you know what? I’m tired of it. So freaking…
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Hey, Mama. I know, it’s a little weird for me to say that. That’s just what you are to me. The mama I needed when my own couldn’t be that for me. Don’t worry, I’m not the crazy one who will stalk you and try and guess when you and Rex finally tie the knot.…
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There is nothing like hearing someone you love is getting married. You want to be happy for them—you are happy for them—but when you’ve lived through the wreckage of divorce, joy and grief arrive hand in hand. Their love story lights a spark of hope, but inside you’re left trembling, haunted by your own heartbreak…
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We talk about the excitement and the adjustments that come when you go from “girlfriend” to “fiancé” to “wife.” You know what we don’t talk about? Going from “wife” to “girlfriend.” I wish we would, because it’s a doozey. I never dated just to date. That’s not who I am. Never have been. But once…
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Today is finally the day. My book is out and it’s ready for the world. This is a bittersweet day for me. So much of the last two years have been consumed with this collection. I’m finally letting it go, and it is an amazing feeling. But it also means that a chapter of my…
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I have once again been made an aunt, this time by my sister. There is nothing like seeing your niece (or nephew) for the first time. I’ve been blessed with two blood nieces, one of whom entered the world today. As I sit and write this I haven’t met her yet, but I know I…
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The writer describes a complex relationship with their mother, expressing admiration, disappointment, and fear. Despite the mixed feelings, they still aspire to emulate their mother’s positive qualities and strength.
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I know so few people that feel the way I do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy that not many people around me feel this way. But it makes some things that much harder. It makes it harder to do things like smile and laugh. And I really wish that I wasn’t feeling this…
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I used to proudly call you mine. In some ways I still doBut that was until you let go. You told me I was fucked in the head. You couldn’t give a real fucking reason.You watched me leave as I fled to my grandparents home, And the only think about wasHow you tolerated me. I…
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