life
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Let’s start with sex, which, of course, is related to the other two, especially in today’s political climate. Growing up in the 1980s, I was taught that certain things were never discussed with people we didn’t know well and never at the dinner table, even if it was just family in attendance. These, of course,
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It started when I was living with Curt. He was extremely physically, sexually, emotionally, and verbally abusive. It didn’t start out that way. In the beginning, he was sweet and understanding. His temper rarely showed. I thought I was lucky: He knew about my ex, Bobby. He knew about the cheating (and eventual announcement that
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Looking forward to a new year is almost always filled with hope for a new and better future. Resolutions and promises are made, plans are plotted out to ‘make this year the best year ever!’ And yet…. And yet. Something happens and people give up on their hopes for a better, more prosperous new year.
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“When it rains, it pours” Well, duh. Living in Western Oregon has some distinct advantages. 5. We bought at a good time. In fact, we signed our paperwork on the 29th of December and started moving in on the 30th. We could not get out of our apartment fast enough! We lived in an apartment
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Well, not actually a return to me- us. He was required to live in the county he was convicted in. Not the county he had been incarcerated in, which I thought was kind of weird, but then again he had spent years in three different prisons in the state. Either way, he was 300 miles
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Now, I take no credit for the following, but I think it states, in words, what a lot of people feel, but don’t necessarily know how to put into words. “I don’t think that any of us planned for the things we’ve had to go through. Maybe that’s the whole point of living in the
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We arrived in my hometown (no, I’m not going to specify just in case someone I actually know reads this). I was so happy to see my kids, and my folks. Everyone was happy to see me. ER not so much. My parents thought that we were moving too fast. To be honest, we were.
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This is a story I really don’t want to tell. It ends both badly and with my third greatest gift. After we had been talking for a couple of months, husband #2, I guess I’ll call him ER, suggested that he come and help us move. I felt like I was out of options at
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I started talking to guys in the PNW. I knew as soon as I could pack up the kids and get the Hell out of OK, I was going to. No reason not to. The ex hadn’t bothered to see the kids but a handful of times in months, despite having to basically pass our
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Ok, folks, story time. So, to be perfectly honest…. After we had been separated for a few months, well in all but name for 7, and I found out that he had taken ‘her and her kids’ 2000 miles home to meet the family, I got mad. I decided I wanted to have some fun,
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