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Catch and Release...

Ibiza

Tired and tortured by insomnia. Tomorrow I work out in an attempt to cure this.
Rsvp count. Who knows. 8 rooms booked. Dress arrives in a week??? Hopefully.

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How does it feel to be getting married, he asks.

I was going to ask you, I say..."Ever have cold feet?"

1:35 AM The Ex: I don't know, when I was going to get married, I didn't get cold feet, I knew, balls to bones. But what you are feeling, aprehension, little this little that, look you love this man and he loves you right, you know him and likewise, you have lived together for a good period of time, haven't cheated on one another, your a brilliant woman and like all women you don't know what you want--but you my friend, I know do not make rash decisions about serious life changing events.

Look at how far you have taken yourself already, your ready for this too. I have faith in you honey, just wish/ hope I can land a woman like you some day.

1:44 AM me: you always had this unshakable belief in me

1:47 AM The Ex: Well I know something everyone else doesn't.

1:51 AM me: Not sure even I know what you see in me...but I wish I was all you do see.

I really do wish I was everything he saw and sees in me still. Unshakable faith... I know Sometimes, I probably didn't and don't deserve it.

--------So, repeating a tweet that probably wasn't about me... #twothingsthatdontmix ex girlfriends & wedding invitations.

I wonder who that was about? 

xoxo, 
DCGG

Dear Pooh Bear,

Because you are entertaining, I find it increasingly harder not to disturb you. Isn't that always the way? When a person is readily available, you never seem to treasure the opportunity... Speaking of which, I've become amazing at selective reading of social network updates. Even better at avoiding troubling remindings. Ex's birthday was apparently two days ago. Selective facebook. One day I may just disappear altogether. Change my name. Email. Address. Only a few short days and months away.

Bridgette Jones style: rsvp.count, 3 yes, 9 no, 138 unaccounted for.

What I meant to write:
Dear Pooh Bear,
War and Peace, Chapter VIII. You remind me of Pierre. That is all.

Xoxo, DCGG

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Happy birthday

Today is my husband's birthday. 26. That makes him three years my younger.
He's at work now. Not quite the midnight shift, but the up before the sun and home for lunch shift. Its one of the shifts I should love because he comes home sooner, but in reality its awful. I feel useless because I've accomplished nothing in the time span he's been gone.
Then his coming home hinders all I would want to do. Work out, clean, etc. Oddly, his tired-ness just seems to permeate through all my ambition. Of course the most recent sinus infection hasn't helped matters either.

Sigh this was nothing I meant to discuss. Perhaps when my mind is clearer and the breathing isn't quite so labored.

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