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THAT WAS ME…THIS IS ME NOW!!!
I have discovered it doesn’t matter what you look like, a man will cheat on you or will leave you. I wanted to share my pictures of what I looked like in my marriage when I was depressed. This was what my life was destined to be like. Loving a man that could not love me back was what life was all about, it is no wonder that I shoved everything I could in to my face and found solace in food. And the second picture is me now. I am happy now.
WOMAN…YOU THINK TOO MUCH!!!
Something happened to me today and I didn’t know how to take it. I was very flattered when she asked if she could do a portal to lead her people to my article. The link was attached to her Facebook. HER PICTURE HAD MY PICTURE OF WHEN I WAS A LITTLE WHALE! And do you know what the name of their page was…come on do you know???? Women who think too much!!! Ha! And there is a picture of me a fat little porky pig right under that phrase!!
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Spying On Your Ex Man!!! 3.15.13
Imagine if you will, a woman wearing an all-black cat suit, hair pulled back tight in a long pony tail. She is prowling in the late night…the music to Mission Impossible is playing in the background. She jumps up and crawls out the window of a tall building then creeps up to higher window and secretly comes to a room where a man is caressing the face of another woman.
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ENDLESS NIGHTS…
There was a time I sat at my window
more times than I could count
vigilantly watching for him to come home
as nights turned into morn
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THE HARDEST WORDS…
The hardest words to hear
Blinking through bruised eyes
Still tasting the metallic taste of your blood
“But what did you do to make him so mad?”
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My blogs have stopped because I felt I was unworthy of giving empowering words. Things were easy when I thought he was missing me and oh well I have a boyfriend who shows me attention. Life is great, I’m great and this divorce thing is a piece of cake…
Then I kept getting dumped and the horror…I couldn’t find a stable guy, they had no jobs, were criminals, or just plain losers…and I’m amazing aren’t I? Yet he was horrible and he had the girls tearing down his door.
I was alone, back at mom’s…and he settled down with someone. I found her kicking back at the home we were supposed to raise our grandchildren in. She was pretty, was nice, had a career…AND WAS 15 YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME!
Where’s Karma!
This is what we call needing to accept reality. As I had in the past, I am trying…
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