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The Story Begins

Okay, okay, I shall stop teasing you all. Here at last is the story of the flowers behind my front door, but we must start, as all good stories start, at the beginning. It was today. Exactly one year ago. When my world (or so I thought) cracked in two. It was today that a…

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How to Love when you Hate to Fight

Right. So yesterday’s post? Feel, Felt, Found? I’m sure you felt like I was just putting you off, dragging things out for the sake of a good story, but really I picked it for a reason. It shows, you see, how I handle conflict (calmly, quietly, slowly and yes, wrapped up in a pyschobabble bubble…

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Every 65 Minutes: To Jacob, with Love

Almost exactly three years ago, I arrived home at my parent’s house to see three scruffy looking men approaching our garage. My first thought was, “Oh great… who have we adopted this time?” The men were riding bicycles and it was clear that they’d been on the road for quite some time. Within a few…

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The Friends Conundrum

Okay, ready for Part 2? My big, dark secret? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint. And if you were hoping for reconciliation with TWD or a torrid affair with someone else, I’m afraid you are going to be disappointed. But here’s the thing: I don’t do friends. By which I mean I don’t do friends with…

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The Semi-Gold Standard

It’s been two months.  I say this not because I’m counting but because one of the self-help articles I read recommended doing so. (Okay, that’s a lie.  I am counting.  But I’m okay with that because it means that time marches on, even if I don’t always feel like I’m marching along with it.) More…

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One Month Later

It’s been one month.  One month—with enough snow to make anybody suicidal— and somehow I’m still waking up every morning, putting one foot in front of the other and getting on with my life.  I won’t deny that I’ve cried myself to sleep about a dozen times, or that I’ve drank way more than any…

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His Dream, Not Mine

I neglected to mention what happened when I called TWD last week to arrange the handoff. “Do you have a couple minutes?” I asked.  “I was angry when I said I didn’t want to see you.  I didn’t mean it.  But there are some things I need to ask you.  Why did you wait so…

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The Rain Test

Eventually, I’m going to have to stop posting about TWD.  After all, no one is going to date a girl who blogs about her ex-boyfriend every day.  But today is not that day. Then again, today’s post isn’t actually about TWD.  It’s about me. Here’s the crazy thing: after TWD and I broke up, I…