Sounds like an interesting exercise. I sense I have a lot of fears. Maybe if I write them down, I'll see that I'm not as frightened or as loony tunes as I *fear* I am.
Good men always turn me on. I lost a friend because I *thought* he was one of the good guys, but I learned he wasn't supporting his kids. When I called him on it, he ended all contact with me. His loss.
Wow. Makes me wonder what went on behind this closed door. Was a life saved? Were life lessons learned? Or was it just really good room service?
I do, too. It looks healthy. It looks like life. Will I miss it when menopause begins?
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