My Foxy Family

Someday a family. Someday a yard littered with toys. Someday the sweet pure love of a child. Someday the loving embrace of my husband with a little one tucked inside. Someday a Christmas Card with our family picture. Someday. My Someday is now.

when

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When do things cross the point of no return? When do you reach the point at which a decision has been made, even if you haven't made a...

Winter Approaching

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What a year it's been.  I'll be glad to bid farewell to 2016 in the same way I counted the days until the end of 2009. But I'm s...

falling apart.

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It's all falling apart. Tonight he told me that if I couldn't accept and love him, including his drinking, that I could move out. ...
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Feeling SO MUCH Better

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I spent this morning reading back through my posts of the past couple months. The timeline was much longer in my head, and I was thankful ...
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Shopping for Plus-Sized clothing Sucks

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I will be attending a few high profile events next week that require me to wear professional attire. Normally this would be a challenge, b...

Regrets, Requests, Appreciations

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AMENDS/REGRETS I want to make amends for: holding so much anger feeling so much betrayal about your decision to drink again. the fac...

Asking for Too Much

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What do I need Right Now? I need to be heard.  I need to feel like I have an ally, someone on my side.  I need to not be stuck i...

Fatalistic Thinking - on Mother's Day no less.

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I cried the whole way to celebrate Mother's Day yesterday. It was a long drive, about an hour. It wasn't that I am not grateful fo...
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space to be devistated

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SO I'm in this 'intensive outpatient hospital' program because I had what can best be described as a nervous breakdown aft...
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Giving as Addiction

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My assignment yesterday was to answer a series of questions intended to get at the underlying issues of why we participate in addictive beh...
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