I have to tell you the most obnoxious thing that happened when I told my family I was getting a divorce. My brother and brother-in-law debated if I was a lesbian! What?! Just because I didn't want to be with a guy they liked meant I must like women. I have plenty of lesbian friends, some very near and dear to me, so I have no problem with that moniker but why would people I've known for most of my life go straight to that conclusion? Men! Can't live with them, can't get them to respond to your undying love confession letters fast enough.
I have no idea if anyone is reading this anymore. If you have been loyally checking back now and again I applaud you. At one point this blog was a therapeutic outlet for me. I'm glad to have a chronicle of my experiences during this time of my life. Now, however, instead of a creative outlet it's more of a nagging reminder that I should be posting and this girl does not need one more thing on her "To Do" list. I'd love for you to explore the archives if you so chose. If you have already done so, here's a brief update: Friendster Guy and I are still together and co-habitating. We are in domestic, but still unwedded, bliss (that status could be a post or two in and of itself, but, as I've just said, I'm done with that.) We're so domesticated we're in the market for granite countertops. We also just returned from an Aussie/New Zealand vacation and if 8 days in a tiny RV won't solidify (or destroy) a relationship nothing will. We're stronge
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