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I’m Just a Mom: Moving

MovingDayIn a little less than 3 weeks, Thing #1 and I will be moving to a new apartment across town.

Finally, after a year of being divorced, Doom-n-Gloom will no longer be living in my apartment.

I’m super duper excited!!!

However, Thing #2 is kind of creating issues.

She has decided she would like to continue living with her father.

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Today It’s Really Hard

Today It’s Really Hard

Thursday night I received a text from Alaska out of nowhere. It had been 6 days since my 10PM panicked call to him while I was trying to sort out what happened with MM. When he didn’t follow up with me afterward, I wasn’t surprised (I was kind of hoping he wouldn’t anyway) – it’s not like I left him a voicemail or sent him a text or anything…

Friday night he messaged me again, asking what I was doing. I was on my way to a date so I told him I was going to dinner (no lies this time). Alaska was doing laundry… It was a quick and simple conversation.

Saturday he was quiet, so I figured he had given up..
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“All I Want Is You”

All I Want Is You
By Michael Franti & Spearhead

All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you

Wise folks count their blessings
Fools count their problems
But you’re both of them to me

Because you’re beautiful
You’re so frickin’ beautiful
You took all my memory

And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is

Don’t tell me you love me
If you don’t really love me
But you could still kiss me
So I need you to kiss me

Because you’re beautiful
You’re so frickin’ beautiful
You took all my memory

And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is

I love you in the daytime
I love you in the nighttime too
I love you in the moonlight
I love you in the sunshine too
I love you all of life time
I love you when the

All I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you

‘Cause there’s life in this love
And there’s love in this life
There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life

There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life
There is life in this love
And there’s love in this life

Wise folks count their blessings
Fools count their problems
But you’re both of them to me

And all I want is you, all I want is you
All I want is you, all I want is you

All I want is you
(Life in this love, love in this life)
All I want is you
(Life in this love, love in this life)

Daytime, nighttime too
Moonlight, sunshine too
Daytime, nighttime too
All I want is you, all I want is you

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Fuck that Fucking Fucker #2!

Fuck that Fucking Fucker #2!

I had a much better story to auto-post this morning. One that had to be rescheduled for later today because I am having a “crisis”, about which I feel I need to write immediately (while I attempt to drink an entire bottle of wine!).

My thoughts are completely scattered right now. My brain is reeling!

At first, I started writing an email to Mr. X because he has been my surrogate “Loverman” since right after Loverman became Loserman.

But he’s been laying low — and it’s both his and his wife’s birthday this week — and I need to get this off my chest to people who could potentially be reading and reacting to my words as soon as I post this.

So, I wrote to a kind gentleman who recently reached out to me through my blog:

Loserman showed up unexpectedly at skating last night (10PM Saturday night).

We didn’t talk. He didn’t approach me. I never gave him a chance. He was just there, talking to people (mutual friends). Thing #1 was with me and we skated for about 40 minutes, which is when he started skating. A friend talked to us for a while (I think he was playing ‘guard’) and then Thing #1 and I decided that we were both stressing too much so we left.

I’m destroyed. Utterly fucking destroyed. I’m so angry at myself for letting him have this kind of power over me. I tried to stay, but I can’t explain how it made me feel.

I had to leave…

I am so thankful Thing #1 came with me!

I saw the mother-fucker come in the door and I wished so hard that I was wrong. That it wasn’t him. That it was just my brain playing tricks on me.

It wasn’t. He was really there.

I’m utterly fucking destroyed.