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Submitted by Ashlee (View user info) at 2005-07-01 23:04:25 EDT
July 1st, 2001.
I can rarely think of a given date and remember instantly where I was, who I was with. This one is different. I was with my new husband, glowing, happy.
Now it's just me.
And half a bottle of tequila.
And my cat.
OK, three cats.
I could go out, if I wanted. Just a phone call and a few minutes to change clothes, and I could be out of the house, surrounded by friends, forgetting that I'm spending my fourth wedding anniversary without the former love of my life. But I won't. I'm somewhat of a masochist, emotionally speaking. In fact, I'll probably dig out my wedding album when I can't sleep later. I wonder if he even noticed what day it is?
I spent some time today thinking about the last four years. I want to laugh at myself when I remember how every time it came to something big, I made the wrong choice. The idea that I could be so horribly wrong every time it counted... it's almost comical in its patheticness. Then, of course, I remember where it landed me, and it isn't funny anymore. Go figure.
I don't know why I'm writing this. It has no point, really. I guess I just wanted to not be the only person who knew, and if I told any of the people around here, they'd do that thing they do where they take it upon themselves to get my mind off of it. I can't hold it against them, really... they just want to help. But I kind of want to finish my moping. Besides, this tequila won't drink itself.
56 minutes left of my (our) anniversary... Think I should call him?
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Submitted by Dane1901 (user info) at 2006-04-06 12:09:01 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Submitted by TheSpook (user info) at 2005-08-11 16:03:15 (#)
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Sounds like you're going to end up being trash.
Just like the rest of your family.
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That about says it all.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-12 04:56:47 EDT (#)
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thut is vurry vurry sud.
and wulliamson and teh emaniated contrullah luffed and luffed.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2005-07-12 04:44:15 EDT (#)
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sadly ashlee has passed away of ass cancer rad.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-12 03:15:57 EDT (#)
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WHERE DID YOU GO?
DID YOU OD?
ARE YOU TEH KIDNAPPED?
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2005-07-02 18:16:16 EDT (#)
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I wasn't looking for pity or sympathy. If I was, I would have called my friends and let them fawn over me for the night.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2005-07-02 18:03:57 EDT (#)
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I don't think it's possible for anyone to try and extract any more pity and sympathy from the internet world, than this piss poor attempt.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2005-07-02 17:52:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-07-02 00:09:14 (#)
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"Think I should call him?"
Gaaaahhh!! No! Don't you dare. Get drunk alone and pass out in the middle of a crying jag fit for Scarlett O'Hara clutching your wedding album and attempting to masturbate to Luther Vandross, but do NOT! I repeat, DO NOT call him!
Actually, that's strikingly similar to what I ended up doing, only without the masturbating to Luther Vandross.
It was Marvin Gaye.
Rad - What'd he do?
Submitted by crazybutsolazy (user info) at 2005-07-02 11:51:41 EDT (#)
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good luck, keep a smile on your face....things will get easier
Submitted by FuckTheArmy (user info) at 2005-07-02 10:58:30 EDT (#)
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Don't worry. Nothing lasts forever anyway. You deserve to meet someone wonderful who suits you, and live happily ever after by making your own decisions.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-07-02 04:19:46 EDT (#)
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my father fucked up my sister's wedding tonight.
made her cry.
I don't think I'll see that asshole for a while.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-02 03:19:27 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Herpes (user info) at 2005-07-02 01:55:16 EDT (#)
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I agree with Brendan. Or, you could call someone over to give it to you porno style, and call him, thus making it more realistic.
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-07-02 01:09:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-07-02 00:58:09 (#)
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"skate it off"
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I was waiting for that...
Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2005-07-02 00:58:09 EDT (#)
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"skate it off"
Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-07-02 00:54:52 EDT (#)
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Call him and act like some guy is giving it to you porn star style.
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2005-07-02 00:09:14 EDT (#)
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"Think I should call him?"
Gaaaahhh!! No! Don't you dare. Get drunk alone and pass out in the middle of a crying jag fit for Scarlett O'Hara clutching your wedding album and attempting to masturbate to Luther Vandross, but do NOT! I repeat, DO NOT call him!
I'm sorry you're sad. I sort of understand. I don't understand completely because I was never married and I'm not you. But, I recommend this book. '10 Stupid Things Women do to Mess up Their Lives' by Dr. Laura Schlessinger (sp?). It's relatively short, easy reading, and very helpful.
I hope this helps.
Submitted by Viciousriffs (user info) at 2005-07-01 23:36:27 EDT (#)
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Does it help if I tell you that, instead of a bad day like you're having, I'm experiencing a terrible week? Second-worst ever, actually, which is only beaten by my ex-wife taking my son, wrongfully throwing me in jail, stealing everything I own, forcing me to move out of my home, and divorcing me.
It gets better. Or so they keep telling me.
Submitted by mockidol (user info) at 2005-07-01 23:16:24 EDT (#)
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you can come on over here...
Submitted by bush_for_god (user info) at 2005-07-01 23:13:34 EDT (#)
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Sucks to lose someone you care about as much as you apparently did, and still do.
It really does.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2005-07-01 23:12:40 EDT (#)
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1/4th a bottle left...
God, I hate tequila.