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Friday, June 27, 2008

Frankly sweetheart, I'd rather have rabies than marry again...

I see them in public.

The couples who have made it past the romantic stage, where sex is now an obligatory chore, (for them both, because that little prize that said I do, keeps saying I do in front of the fried food kiosk at the mall) and she has more in common with her 'mommy' friends (shudder) than she does with Klondike Mike over here, lugging the 65 lbs. of baby crap through Crate and Barrel, while she looks for just the right coochie coaster because her 'girlfriends' all have one in thier mini-vans.

She speaks, and all he hears is a hellish buzzing, eyes rolling back in his head, foam starting to fleck in the corners of his mouth.

That sound, the pitch of her voice, the god it could spay animals. Someone please shoot this poor bastard.

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My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.

Thank you all...