A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Date Night
Husband and I went out with friends last nite, dinner and a show. So why did I come home feeling worse than ever? I caught myself logging into messenger to look for Him. Didn't send any messages, just logged out and tried to put off pondering my marriage.
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