“You really love her,” She said referring to my daughter. The inflection of surprise insinuated she either thought me incapable of love towards anyone or that she never felt that for me. I’ll never know. It’s clear we haven’t felt unspoiled love between us in some time, if ever.
“Of course I do.” I replied.
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May is here and Mother’s day is near. I saw it on the dining table this morning and raced to see what it said. It’s been a long time since either of us left the other an endearing note. I guess I’ll have to settle for less, “Time for flea medicine” is what I get.
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It’s finally spring and they’ve all sprung. The buggers are everywhere. Don’t slip your hand in anywhere dark! I found this one on the return home from the park. It currently lives near the front porch. Had it been in the house I would have killed it. Anyone know what kind of spider this is?
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All worldly possessions dragged behind. In a tight dress and stilettos, she could barely balance even with momentum. On the way to our ceremony, we saw the lady of the evening walk away from the courthouse.
“She looks like she’s been ridden hard. Over and over again.”
“She probably just serviced the judge” said Kurt.
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It’s the evening and it’s just the two of us. We kiss and joke. We make comments about the day. Our clothes slide off and we cuddle under the covers. Kisses become passionate, and then from the other room we hear, “Da-DEE”. That little shit. Good thing she can’t climb out of the crib, yet.
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Requiring terminally ill to linger in pain is cruel. What’s the point of a ‘death with dignity’ law if medical practitioners aren’t required to participate? Doctors claim a ‘do no harm’ clause, but opting for lethal doses of medication isn’t different from opting out of a beneficial medication, which has always been a legal choice.
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I didn’t want to do it, not because I wasn’t sure he’s the one nor for fear of commitment. We’ve been together longer than many of our friends. We’re committed to each other in every way but on paper, so why bother with the formality? Two words, health insurance. Happy tenth anniversary to my lobster!
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