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And so the days come together ( Read more... )

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I want to punch you right now. I'm still pissed off. He wants me in a corner. He wants me tucked away so he doesn't have to think about the reality of the fact that his wife loves both of us. Jen was clear, he said specifically that he doesn't want the "I Love You's" plastered all over the internet, but bluntly, in requesting ( Read more... )

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There's a line that's running through my head tonight. Maybe it would be easier for you if I just disappeared. It's from one of the few romantic comedies I like, The American President, and the president's girlfriend is saying it to well, the president. In the midst of her being called his mistress, his whore, and other ( Read more... )

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This feels fitting tonight ...

I've spent a lot of today reading and somehow, I keep coming back to this passage:

You manage things better. You have a more tidily sorted mind. You have a little compartment for the Press, and another compartment for Mary Hutchinson, and another for Vita, and another for Dog Grizzle, and ( Read more... )

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So ... I am sitting on the plane and I am bored out of my mind. Yet another trip back to a city that reminds me that the world spins on. Life seems so timeless at the stables, with only the kids growing to mark the passage of time. Here, just four years after fleeing for my life in a mess that even a Hollywood producer would ( Read more... )

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The words won't stop. Over and over, his voice, stopping just short of blaming me for what happened in Paris and Serbia. There is a part of me, the part that is hiding under all this hurt, that knows what is really going on his that he is blaming himself for this whole mess. He couldn't stop what happened in Paris. My ( Read more... )

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Dear Jenny ( Read more... )

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Better today ( Read more... )

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I don't know what pisses me off more tonight - that I'm pissed or that I'm not jealous. Isn't that crazy? But I'm not. I should be but I'm not. Instead, I'm angry. I'm angry at you for being so damned perfect in your imperfections. I'm angry that a life here wasn't enough for you and I'm angry at myself for expecting it, ( Read more... )