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It feels eerily the same as when I was ten.
Waiting for a phone call that’s not coming. Wondering what I did wrong. Thinking that maybe the last time we talked I wasn’t nice enough, didn’t seem interested enough in his life, or that maybe somehow I upset him. That internal dialogue is whispering through my [...]
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I can feel it coming. Can you?
My self destruction is looming in the corner. Taunting me. Ready to take over at my slightest concession. This is what I do. It’s what I’ve done. It’s who I’ve been.
I’ll tell you a story.
There once was a girl who had her whole future laid in front of her. [...]
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I go back to work in less than a month. My maternity leave is coming to an end and I’m excited to re-enter the land of adults, terribly sad to leave my little monkeys and petrified I won’t be able to balance my life all at the same time.
But really, it’s time. Us Canadian gals [...]
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I’m fine, thanks. Don’t worry about me. I’m good… really.
We’ve all said them. Those words that tell others that we are fine and thereby don’t need their sympathy, support, care or concern. Even when sometimes we do. Why is that? A fear of vulnerability? A need to always appear strong? Or maybe a sense that [...]
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Are you an ACOD (adult child of divorce)? I am. I think being an acronym is great. If I could have chosen any acronym, I might have chosen something a little more glorious, like a VIP or BFF. But I also could have done worse. I could be an SOB or worse still a POS! [...]
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