Didn't Gloria Estafan have a song that sounded like that? Between last night and this morning... I really wanted to hurt. I wanted to hold on to it and baby it and feel sorry for myself.
I almost laughed when I thought "How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop (tm)?" No really.... How many days does it take to feel like you can go on with your life?
Apparently for me, the magic number is 11.
It will still be a long road of recovery, but for the first time since 11 days ago, I am not faking my attitude. I really believe that it's all gonna be fine.
(and just a little bit, I kinda liked that most everyone is telling me that I deserved better than M.W. -- nice guy... but not nice enough for me).
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Rock on, my sweet Bibba-Boo.
:-)
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