The weather today has been shitty, to say the least. Especially in contrast to the string of warm, sunny days we've been experiencing here in Salt Lake. Even more especially when compared to the great weather I enjoyed on my recent vacation to southern Utah.
I found myself suddenly melancholy about my return to work as well as the crappy-ass snow storm while sitting in a marathon meeting today. In a twist of irony, because it is snowing, I wore my hiking shoes today. The very same shoes I wore all weekend. The very same shoes I sat around the fire in. The very same shoes that still smell like said campfire.
As I crossed my legs to recirculate the blood to my tingly-from-sitting-on-my-ass-in-a-meeting-way-too-long left foot, I caught the hint of mesquite from my shoes.
I nearly cried. I remembered something that quickly shut the tears off before they came... At least I'm not piddling my days away in a mortgage office.
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I understand this is easy for me to say... If you are in an abusive relationship, you should leave... employed or not.
Providing for a woman does not give a man the right to abuse her. Period. Staying with a man only because he provides for you is lousy whether he hits you or not.
Stand up for yourself and have the life you deserve.
Thank you for caring enough to comment back. I wish it was a matter of just leaving. Part of abuse is slowly taking control of a persons life...hmmmm...kinda like what churches do. I should have seen it comming. Anyway, I know I will make it. I have so much to live for, none of which is here.
I love reading you.
Presiding Bishop Edward Hunter's great, great, great, great grandaughter,
Liz
a computer geek sitting in a meeting diddling myself, wondering why, although I don't LOVE my wife, I don't have the real courage to actually DO something about it.
When people post Anonymously, they feel like this gives them carte blanche to be complete assholes.
Anon, grow some balls and post under your real moniker. We'd love to visit your blog. :)
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"I have two little hands folded snuggley and tight..." wondering how in the world am I going to find a way to leave an abusive relationship when, for the first time in my adult life, I'm not working. Right now there's not much I wouldn't give to be sitting in that meeting with you. Of course then I wouldn't be paying attention because I'd be too busy trying to figure out who smelled like a campfire and I'd start drooling thinking about my camping memories...
The weather is crappy here too; I think I'll get the fireplace going.
Thanks again for listening.
Sometimes I forget whose blog this is.