The Bad News is...
I don't think I should love him anymore.
The Problem is...
I think that I do.
I Must...
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- Miss Construed...
- Hi and welcome to my Blog. Three words that describe Me? Virgo. Thinker. Writer. I am a 47 year old separated mother of two who has an undiagnosed mental condition. According to my Ex. Or hubby. As he is dis-affectionately known throughout this Blog. My problem is that I think. I think there is something very wrong with me. Then again I might just be paranoid and deluded after smoking too much pot today.I have written two memoirs; both of which are unpublished to date. I have a BA in Philosophy but am also an employable Philosopher/Cleaner for the time being; at least until my blog starts making me a living. If you aren't afraid of the C word( or for that matter the F and S word) then I hope you visit my blog often.
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2 comments:
Love is hard, emotional and messy. No logic lives in love.
Miss Construed, you need to pick up your bags and your son, take that bus/train up the coast and out of his life.
I can feel the tension and emotion here, and it is ugly. No love just dependency.
You have moved on, and can move further. Get your life back, find some happiness, away from the Ex and make new friends.
Do it for your son and yourself, before it all goes shit face again.
Take care.
Mark x
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