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Reason 47562 I hate help…

Two weeks ago: “Oh my God!” I exclaimed as I grabbed my head in my hands. “I have so much to do and I don’t even know where to start.” I started to nervously rattle off my to-do list to my annoyingly calm husband. “Why don’t you give me some stuff to do? I can help you, you know.” I rolled my eyes. “Like with what?” “For starters, why don’t you show me how to submit insurance claims? I’ll handle…

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What a difference a year makes…

What a difference a year makes….   One year ago, at this time I was scared. I was nervous. I was sad.   I dashed to the beach one last time, with my paper cup of coffee and sat there and cried. All that remained in our house was the coffee maker, our pillows, some toiletries, a change of clothes, Lucy’s litter box, and her bowls. I called my mom, in tears. “You make choices in this world. You chose…

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