In the spirit of all things Christmas-y, here's a story that will freeze your heart. From a Greenpoint blogger comes a tale of betrayal, that makes this the season to be furious. Read it and weep. Then go drink some alcohol.
Merry Christmas!!!
In the spirit of all things Christmas-y, here's a story that will freeze your heart. From a Greenpoint blogger comes a tale of betrayal, that makes this the season to be furious. Read it and weep. Then go drink some alcohol.
Merry Christmas!!!
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I know it's usually a no-no to write about your friends in any specific way. What about a friend, though, whom nobody else here knows, who lives in another country and who never reads this blog? And what if what I write is generally sympathetic? Alright, all names have been changed by the editors...
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...yet never took this advice myself.
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A few days ago, my grandmother was supposed to be released from the hospital after being treated for medication-induced acidosis. That's when the acid in your blood is so high that you are basically poisoned by it. She was doing well after an extensive detox/fluid regimen and being given a better medication cocktail, but then she developed pneumonia and now she is in a bad state. Pneumonia you catch in the hospital is notorious for kicking people over the edge and into the grave. So, needless to say, I am panicked, worried, sickened and afraid. I booked a flight to Germany for tonight, so I can be by her bedside tomorrow. She's a little better today and I hope she pulls through, maybe with the help of some positive, happy energy, which I shall muster up and bring along.
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Yesterday was my husband's birthday. We had a good day, despite the fact that his company recently gave him the shaft. I baked a cake (a rare thing for me), which turned out well (quelle surprise!) and we had it for breakfast, along with birthday candles that melted so fast I had to pick wax out of my teeth afterwards. The cats sat on the bed with us and sang along with the "Happy Birthday Song" (ok, they didn't, they can't sing, despite their otherwise fabulousness). They licked the cake affectionately, though. And then my husband cried with gratitude after opening his present. On the inside, anyway.
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The other day I received an email from someone I once dated, commenting on my musings here. The email was actually kind of sweet; he wanted me to know that he never thought of me as a doormat. That's nice. Thanks! Truth of the matter, though: I knew that. He was one of the men in my life who treated me nicely. Once in a while someone did come along who unabashedly adored me and still managed to get my attention. For good reasons I had to pass on this man, but now I can't tell you what those are because... Hello!... he reads this blog. The big issue at hand: when you write a blog, do you edit yourself, consciously or not, because people whom you know (and perhaps slept with) might stop by for a read? When I began this site, no one knew about it and no one read it. Since then, I have come out to my friends and now it's all not so anonymous anymore. So I feel self-conscious writing about, you know, the size of a guy's pecker. Unless, of course, it was enormous and they'll take it as a HUGE compliment. Get it? Huge. Haha. What? No, I don't mean YOU! I'm being hypothetical here. Seriously though, I was reminded by my ex how easy it is to overshare and sometimes results can be a bit embarrassing. Or hurtful.
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Some years back, I went on a date with a well-known politico/TV personality. I met him on the job. I was working in TV then and we both attended the same political function. Exchanging phone numbers led to phone calls and witty email exchanges, swooned over by my office colleagues, who wet their panties with every "ping" coming from my mailbox. "Is it from him?" they'd call out. I tend to overshare, I know. It gets worse.
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Many times over the past decade I found myself arguing with friends and family about why, oh why, I don't just finally get over the fact that my parents were flawed. And inevitably those discussions made me feel awful, because now I felt not only inadequate, but, in addition, incapable of resolving my feelings of inadequacy and my need to place blame. To any of you who have been in relationships, romantic and otherwise, that made you feel and act doormatty, you know what I mean. It's not like you flip a switch and pouf! Years of agonizing and expensive therapy (see prior posts on the subject) are necessary to build what was left unbuilt: a strong and healthy sense of self.
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... the reason why giving up the top of the roll (or the bottom of the muffin, whatever the preference) is so important.
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