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I feel like I’m 12. A sad, sorry age to feel . . . .all empty, lonely, desperate not to go home. Becky, my birth mother, has come to pick me up at Michelle’s house. I spent the last night or two at her house. Now it’s time to go home, and I’m on Michelle’s […]
Read MoreI have told him I want a separation. I’ve moved into the guest bedroom. Every step I take away from him he is a bewildered little boy, not understanding how this could happen to him. Whatever he’s wondering, it’s been happening a year and a half. I feel I’ve told him every step of the […]
Read MoreIt’s so hard to get these posts started. I just don’t know where to begin. I feel everything and I feel nothing. I am angry but I’m calm. I’m sad but have no tears to show for it. Then there’s the nothingness lulling me with her sweet numbness. I think I’ll take her side. I […]
Read MoreI’ve been mulling this topic over since the weekend and have been trying to figure out how to write a sanitized version of what took place.One of the many things we’ve learned with D.I.D. is just how hard relationships are to maintain. I’ve been married over ten years. In fact, Valentine’s Day marks 10 1/2 […]
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