Off the nearly 800 entries in this blog, some ass decided to pick this personal one to make fun of.
Now do you see why I don’t post many personal entries?
Off the nearly 800 entries in this blog, some ass decided to pick this personal one to make fun of.
Now do you see why I don’t post many personal entries?
In today’s Washington Post, Hank Stuever — who, by the way, is cute, gay, and yet another one of those people I wish I had gone out with but who moved in my ex’s world so therefore never moved in mine [more...]
Dad just called from the car following a doctor appointment — he insists that he’s better, and he sounds it. But my dad is sort of like me in health matters, he’s kind of unlikely to see the true [more...]
Is it the solemnity of the ceremony? The sadness on Nancy Reagan’s face? The visual similarities to the JFK arrival ceremony? Whatever it is, it’s making me a bit mournful. I guess it doesn’t matter [more...]
First. My love life is a mirror of yours. My x and I broke up and made up 3 times before I finally moved away for my sanity’s sake. I would probably still take him back if he showed up on my doorstep even though I know that would be insane. So you see you’re not alone. I figure my obsession with my x is all about fear — fear that I will never land another man like him. Of course my logical self doesn’t want another one like him, but on it goes.
Second. KMAss has his(?) own issues and I hope you won’t let his problems become yours. I appreciate your honesty. I don’t feel so all alone when I can read stuff like yours. Keep it up.