do the work
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My sleep paralysis demon is a mediocre man with poor hygiene whispering, “I’m not ready for a relationship.” The man whose ex-wife was still living with him – for the kids, we’re just roommates. The man who conveniently kept the relationship undefined and avoided introducing me to his friends so he could keep his options…
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I have drafts of unwritten posts. I start one, lose interest, walk away. Then another, and another. And I can’t figure out why I am having such a block in emoting via the written word, other than the fact that so much has changed for me since I started this blog. So much has changed…