I am sitting here at work...on break...and have poured through many different posts...just checking to make sure that I am not the only who is having a difficult time in the LOVE dept. Whew! Definitely not the only one so my privately reserved pity party has been put on hold for now. Not that I want anyone else suffering just to make myself feel better it's just there are times that I feel a little less alone. About 30 days ago I told my finace/boyfriend/ex-husband (how's that for complicated?) that I was done with the relationship. The shocked look on his face actually shocked me. This man that I have given the last 6 years of my life to....ups and downs....together not together...separated...divorced and then tried to reconcile....turned and looked at me with the most hateful look I had seen for quite sometime....and told me what I joke I was and that I must be crazy.
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Growing Pains in an Open Relationship
So I was chatting it up with a former person of interest when I was younger that I got re-acquainted with about 3 months ago. Please not he found me. So we have been talking and we made a bet in which I lost but the wager of the bet was something that I don't feel comfortable doing.
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You began the conversation with altruistic intentions. The intensity and staccato of your voices signal that you and your partner are approaching a full-blown argument. You don’t want to fling insults and accusations. You just need a time out. What do you do?
Am I big enough not to be ashamed
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I keep dreaming about my ex. The Big Ex, everyone’s got one. Y’know, the person with whom you had the longest, most emotionally labyrinthine romantic attachment? My Big Ex keeps sneaking into the theater of my mind, hassling me while I’m trying to dream about cream pies and booty calls with Lenny Kravitz. In the dreams, Big Ex wants me again or I’m asking if he still loves me or we’re making out like teenagers. In a dream the other night, we were at an amusement park in Tokyo. He was wearing a police uniform and I was riding a camel (my dreams have always been colorful). He comes over as I’m doing a tap dance on a picnic table and asks if we can become reacquainted in the biblical sense. I say, “Man, you’re married now. I don’t think you should be putting your thing anywhere near my situation.” But I do it anyway. Strange, because my relationship with Big Ex is ancient history,