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Oh Boy...

Okay...can I just say that I'm not cut out for war? Even though I'm the wronged party, I'm the one suffering. My stomach is in knots, my head hurts, and I can't rest. (Anyone who knows me well KNOWS I'm having a hard time if sleep isn't peaceful.) I can barely get my work done, and the dreams...they're driving me up the wall.

Last night's episode found me living with some old man in the back of some church-like building. My pastor stopped by help us do something -- again, I can't tell you what. Anyway, he saw me coming from the man's living quarters into the sanctuary. Naturally, I was embarrassed, but when the pastor called me over to talk to him, I woke up.

All of this just confirms what I've known for a while now....I need to get out of his house as soon as I possibly can. Even though I hadn't planned to make a move for a few months, it looks like the time has come.

And just so you know...he hasn't apologized. I'm guessing he feels completely justified in his actions, so he's been acting like everything is hunky-dory.

This is almost as much drama as a Grey's Anatomy episode. Stay tuned...

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Tiffany said…
Wow, so sorry, hope you get through it.

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com
March 15, 2010 at 12:42:00 PM EDT
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