It was probably the third or fourth call from him in the past hour. I didn’t even bother to say hello when picking up the phone. In fact, I didn’t say anything. He did. “Miss divorced fat old white female, you brought this one on yourself with your pigheadedness. You asked for everything you’re getting.Continue reading “My own part in things…”
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Lifting a foot…
My experience was that I had to change something. I had to let go. I had to let go of whatever hopes and dreams to which I was still clinging and create something new. The old hopes and dreams were all dead and I knew it, but I still had been clinging to the ideaContinue reading “Lifting a foot…”
Jeanie Unbottled 