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I’ve been reading my journal from last year. Last year at this time, I was still with my husband, contemplating

Last night I dreamed that I’d killed someone and hidden the body, successfully. I was going on with my life

I am happy and tired. Moving is done, for the most part. I know live far away from my husband

The Good: I’m in my new place. This is wonderful all by itself. I have a beautiful view from my

I saw and old friend last night, a woman I used to climb with before she changed her life to

While I was on vacation, my sister described a few women she knew as ‘sluts’. It was (obviously) derogatory. I

Can’t even begin to enumerate the ways that I’m going back to a the pig sty that is my life

I called my husband today to tell him about the paperwork needed for me to buy my apartment. I need

So take a good look at my face. You’ll see my smile looks out of place. If you look closer,