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I think I'm going to call my lawyer tomorrow & see about a divorce. We've been separated for a couple of years now, and I truely feel like a single woman, but I am ready to move on. And this title of Mrs. is holding me back....

I got a new job, but already I hate it. I've been there less than 2 months and am planning on moving on. I honestly believe that my boss displays all the signs of a bi-polar person. When I mentioned it to a couple of co-workers they laughed, then they agreed. I have a couple of friends who are bi-polar, I believe my husband is bi-polar. In fact, my boss is so similar to my husband in his behavior that I feel like I'm married again! I do believe that I will follow in the footsteps of the 3 people that quit last week. 3 people, in one day. We have just over 10 people in the office if that's any indication of the climate in the place. I don't do good in toxic environments.

This blog is dying by way of Facebook. Anyone else facing the same dilemma?

Today was our first day catching the bus since my car was stolen. It's amazing how quickly I got used to not walking. I'm sore now, I might be near dead in the morning. You know you're getting old when you're considering buying Ben-Gay.

I thought my stalker had moved on. It's been months since he's been seen around my place, but apparently we've relaxed too soon. Two weeks ago I discovered my car was stolen. It was recovered a couple of days later. This morning I go out to go to work and my car's gone again! The days my car were stolen on, holds a special significance for my stalker & he would not have been happy. He's messed with my car before, but he's never gone as far as this. I have to get away from this lunatic without having to give up my life like a did before. I

I love my kids. I truly do, but I look forward to the day they all move out, so that I know that when I put down my pen, keys, purse, change, gloves, they will be in the exact same spot when I go to retrieve them.

Why does Pat Robinson still feel the urge to open his mouth?