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&lt;br /&gt;
Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-9052344980981979455?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
One of the best things that I have been experiencing has been talking to and starting a relationship with a man I went to high school with. We were really close friends (of course I had a crush on him) and stayed in touch as best as we could. He joined the Marines out of high school and proud is not the word for it. I knew he would be the perfect person to protect our country....with a little help of course. I just can't put into words how honored I was back then (and still am) to know that he choose that. His brother (another best friend) joined the year later....I lost both of my fave guys but was so super proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy to say that they have done tours over seas and came home without physical injuries. My guy, AJ, is no longer enlisted based on a choice he made for his and his ex wife and their children. He is the father of a 12 year old girl and 10 year old boy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never knew that love was unconditional and that it meant that the tears that I cry are happy not sad. He does not raise his voice...he looks at me like I created this world and he is just happy to&amp;nbsp;exist in it. This is truly&amp;nbsp;unexplainable!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love this man and he loves me. It's the first time I can honestly say that without a glimmer of doubt nagging me....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(Update)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Things are going to be just fine....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Update: No...things suck!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Both of my boys love food and while I try to curb their snacking. I was unprepared for my youngest's requests. We will get up in the morning around 7am and he will have breakfast....within five or ten minutes he is asking for lunch or dinner....or a snack.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He acts like he is starved and dying....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lesson to be learned....he is not in fact starving or dying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-8369870858790171462?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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and that is fine by me. Normally I would be freaking out bit I am taking&lt;br /&gt;
a different approach this year. Acceptance. Yea, that's it. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ethan is doing well. What can I say he is 12 and knows way more than I do. &lt;br /&gt;
I don't think I have addressed the fact that he ADHD on here too&lt;br /&gt;
much. I don't like the label and I really struggle with trying to put &lt;br /&gt;
my thoughts into a coherent process that allows me not to want to rip my hair out. &lt;br /&gt;
He is not currently taking his perscription because when I picked him up at camp I &lt;br /&gt;
forgot it. So they are sending it to us and we have still not gotten it. &lt;br /&gt;
Also he is a ball of nerves, always stressed, always worried, thinking about things a normal 12 year old does not need to think about, emotional and angry also. It does not help that his little brother tries to be just like Ethan and hurts him a lot but does not realize his power.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dominic is another whole entity. This kid can crack me up and then in the next second you are pretty much being taken to task for some slight made against him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All in all things are ok....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-7086863963063526171?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Just found this adorable picture of Riley and thought I would post it here. I miss her so bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-2072861202238731764?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It's not normal anymore. I feel weird...different...off.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is not what is normal anymore. Rereading through old posts around the time of my break from Joe found me bawling...could NOT tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think I miss him...but then I remember things and I am glad about this decision that I made, then there are the moments where I see a specific person and all thoughts of Joe are gone...then I am alone with my brain and my thinking...&lt;br /&gt;
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I have come to the conclusion that this is how the rebound was coined...It makes complete sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-4945186752368554795?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am moving into my new place in the next couple days. I have two great little boys that needs oodles of emotional work and that is being addressed! &lt;br /&gt;
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I am feeling good. Better than I ever have. I feel free, like a huge weight is off my shoulders. I can not wait to have my own bed, my own house, my own rules, my own life. No one to answer too. I might become addicted to being single. That would be funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a bright note...the bestie has started dating a guy that she is giddy over....and he seems equally smitten.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just want her to be happy and set for life. She deserves it! I will catch up someday. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am still battling the fact that the ex is thinking that he is going to change and get me back. I have told him I don't know what the future will hold but I have a plan to change me and who knows what I will want when I get there....I just hope I am not inadvertently leading him on. I know my words aren't. &lt;br /&gt;
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14 years is a long time though.....so I know he is hurting. I am too. I have spent the better part of the last 8 feeling like a total and utter loser!&lt;br /&gt;
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So all in all things are good, or getting better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-5381812163930855283?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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His father was able to come and was personable and interacted with the people at the party. He has been very vocal in the fact that he messed up and is glad that we are taking this break because he intends to become the man and father that the three of us deserve. I am very vocal when I tell him that it will have to proven and even then I don't know what will happen. My heart is definitely breaking because of course I have love for him, and I am also frustrated because I (and many others) feel that he should have come to this realization years ago. Having no job sent him into a depression that I don't think he even knew how to handle. I do know that he is seeing a therapist and has openly said that he thinks he has a resentment towards women. He wants to understand and move past that. He wants to grow. If nothing comes of this I hope he can change for his sake. &lt;br /&gt;
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I have enabled him for too long and he has been an angry man for too long. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here is to a new chapter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-8020324846549566248?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So I can't wait till I move is what I am saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-5656209816440999932?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Excited with the possibilites and moving into my own place. The boys are starting to change little bits at a time. It is a time for growth and curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;
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I am really curious and while I am not completely ready to get back out there and date, I wanted to see what was out there! Needless to say I am nervous.&lt;br /&gt;
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My family is being so awesome and supportive, which does not surprise me at all. I love and cherish them and have been "gone" too long! &lt;br /&gt;
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Jenn is happy for me and really worried I will go back as I have so many times before. It won't happen and I can't wait until I prove it to everyone including myself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-904181034956126728?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have just started this morning the crying process that I need to go through. I will NOT return to this life. I am excited for all the new opportunites. I just want to start new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-3108548239332740357?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can not wait to post my new start post!&lt;br /&gt;
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Update: Housing is allowing me to move as soon as I find a place. I am so thankful for this because usually you have to be in a place a year. But based on the circumstances, they are helping me out. I can not thank them enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-1081328809832451083?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am in a rut and don't know how to get out!&lt;br /&gt;
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For people close to me it is something that they have heard millions of times. This frustrates me because I really do not want to be a disappointment to anyone and I know I have been. My best friend even doubts how much loyalty I have because of my boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;
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What is the saying? "Regrets, I have a few"!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't like living with regret. But I do....daily. I regret not being brought up in a more financially comfortable situation so that I would not have to be in college right now. I regret not going after my dream of becoming a singer. I regret letting my singing voice become a waste and not keeping up my training. I regret holding in my feelings for long periods of time. I regret lots...but I don't regret meeting Joe. We have had a long 14 years. LOOOOOONNNNGGGGG.....14 years. It has been mostly tumultuous and turmoil and some happy sprinkled in. I don't think that is how it is supposed to be though. It is why I have been really unhappy for sooo sooo sooo long....&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't want to be one of those women/men who settle. I want to make a comfortable living. I want to see the United States. I want my children to have an education. As it is right now, we are all screwed. Living in this state is the problem, but moving is not an option. I have done that way too much to my children. I am going to be doing it again to them soon. &lt;br /&gt;
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The fact of the matter is that I have not been talking to the people that care because I am ashamed. I have said many times over the years that Joe and I are through and that this time it will be the end. I have let us slip back into whatever it is that we are. I always go back on my word. All I know is that I think any human has a final breaking point and an "I'm seriously fuckin done" moment. I guess it was the day Jenn messaged me and I could feel the hurt in her words. I have always stuck up for her when Joe "teases" her. It is ridiculous and I hate to listen to it and I tell him to can it all the time. This specific incident was harder because she is in pain about it and I am the one that has, in her eyes, let it go. She does not hear what I say when I am not on the phone but what you don't hear does not matter really. Right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I have made the decision to find a different place to live with my two handsome boys that deserve a mother that is there for them and not hiding behind a fake persona. I have said that this is a decision that I have made before but all I can say to that is that I have a different feeling with this one. It feels right. It feels cathartic. I am happy about this and not in anyway engaging Joe is a discussion about "us". Those damn discussions are what make it so easy for me to feel bad and just see where things go. June three years ago I told him that if counseling did not work I was walking. This is me walking. &lt;br /&gt;
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So there it is&amp;nbsp;folks. I am flawed and sad. But happy too! Talk about your confusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-7575429866818888932?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My issue with this might also be because I have never not once been able to fit into or afford anything they have ever sold. Which leads me to a funny thought!…&lt;br /&gt;
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About two years ago I went to the mall with my best friend…who is thin! She can go to Abercrombie and find lots of things that will fit her…me?…not so much! So I went to the mall with Jenn and we went into Abercrombie and she was off to find just the right white shirt for whatever she needed one for at the moment…I just trailed behind her and was just dreaming about how friggin cute I could be with like 50 lbs gone…so she goes over to a rack and I see the stuff next to the register and see some chap stick and pick one up to look at and look over at Jenn and yell to her “Hey Jenn, I found something that will fit me!”…needless to say she just shook her head. It was hilarious to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-7467694580013444961?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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First I have been interviewing for jobs and recieving the inevitable letter saying that I suck and they would rather hire a rabid skunk than me. That is an uplifting letter to get let me tell you. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually on Thursday of this week I had an interview and I am PRAYING I get it. It would be the most I have ever made and it would be PERFECT for me. Please think of me and keep me in your happy thoughts....you know the whole 1 and half people that read this! &lt;br /&gt;
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The kids are still as active as they ever have been, and keeping me on my toes. &lt;br /&gt;
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The day after Christmas I got a call from the people that sold us Riley. Back in Junewe had to have them take her back because we were not able to take care of her anymore. Then in July we moved to a place that would allow dogs&amp;nbsp;but they were not showing signs of giving her back. We were kinda hoping they would but never really sure. So...the 26th I got the call and we have been elated ever since. We have&amp;nbsp;our beautiful baby girl back and she is the BEST&amp;nbsp;dog&amp;nbsp;ever. She does not bark, she is loving, she is awesome with the kids and the kitten we had gotten&amp;nbsp;about 3 months ago. She stays right next to us and does not run off.&amp;nbsp;Just superb!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am also back in school myself and that is adding a certain something to our lives. If Joe or I could&amp;nbsp;just get jobs then life would start to improve&amp;nbsp;financially.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish me&amp;nbsp;Luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1126128235081928725-375601885315709533?l=abrandname.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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