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Ah yes, the part of the story where the put-upon protagonist finds her footing and becomes a Boss Bitch. No, this story is nonfiction. We are here to discuss how my part time hobby became a full blown, all encompassing job. I have always been a nervous person. Overthinking was just thinking, to me. Anxiety
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Christmas came and went. It was different without my husband, and I prefered our new version. We never traveled for Christmas, it was always just us and the kids, but now we suddenly lived near our families and everyone came together to make it memorable. Where I would normally have overextended myself making cookies, an
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I wish I could articulate what happened when we arrived in our new city to begin again, but I don’t remember much. My family had decorated the new house for Christmas so we could pretend to be jolly, as if this was all done purposely, and we had planned to uproot our lives in the
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Back home after a long week away to find my footing, the kids went back to school and I filled out legal paperwork between packing boxes and house hunting online. Originally, we agreed to a simple divorce with a mediator for as little money as possible. Then I found out she’d been in my home.
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We had to start telling people. I told my husband I didn’t want him to tell our kids we’d just fallen out of love, because I didn’t want them to think we could just fall out of love with them at some point, too. He did not consult me when deciding what to say, however,
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As any woman who is staring into the gaping maw of the future is wont to do – I looked for a distraction. As a married person I never looked at other men. Seriously. When my sister wanted to go to Las Vegas to Thunder From Down Under I felt like I was cheating on
What Happened to Eden 