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I admit that I'm not sad that he's gone. 

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ORIGINAL: hausboy

I admit...
Sophie:... I've seen this with my addict friends all the time-- jail is not a cure--jail is a wake-up call. Wake up.  Stop typing about it and take action.  Call the local battered women's shelter, pack up whatever you can fit in your car and get out.  The caseworkers there can get you connected with appropriate therapists and support groups, and I encourage you to go.  Therapy is not a luxury--you FIND the time to do it. Therapy will help you get your life back, assuming you are willing to make change happen.   If you stay on the path you are on, you will likely end up in one of two options--prison (which has plenty of battered women who were defending themselves and lost in court) and six feet under.

You say you are done.  Now be done--prove it--get the help you need.  Doing it alone (or thinking you can do it alone) is a recipe for disaster.

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ORIGINAL: CalifChick

I admit that someone I used to work for has passed away from cancer. 

I admit that he was a horrid narcissist, although we got along fine for years until his son joined his company.  His son is an MD and he was a PhD, so his son got paid a lot more from insurance for seeing patients.  This was very, very hard for him to take, that his son made more money right out of school than he made, having been in the business for more than 40 years.  I could see that was the beginning of the end of my job. Things got very difficult.  He took my work area away and moved me into a windowless closet.  While I was out for a few days on sick leave due to a miscarriage, he broke open and destroyed my file cabinet, because it was locked and he forget where the spare key was kept (and apparently thought I was hiding something).  He cancelled my health insurance right before I discovered I was pregnant.  One day he told me that he didn't want to pay me any longer, offered me two months severance pay, and I was out. 

I admit that I've avoided a shopping center for several years because he lived right by it, and I didn't want to run into him there. 

I admit that I'm not sad that he's gone.  I admit some people might think that makes me a cold bitch.  I admit I can live with that.

Cali

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ORIGINAL: Daddysredhead

Geebiss Crimmus... too late

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ORIGINAL: LinnaeaBorealis

I admit it I'm ok with being hidden if that's what you need to do, Red.

I admit it I'll just keep posting whatever I feel like I need to say.

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ORIGINAL: Daddysredhead

I admit that I hope that tonight's posting stuff doesn't get turned into an infomercial (for a second day) for one person, and that if posters are inclined, could they please take their advice/whatever for that person to the flip side so I (and possibly several other people I know) don't have to start hiding folks en masse. I honestly think the subject has been beat the fuck to death.

Red

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ORIGINAL: sophiesback

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ORIGINAL: hausboy

I admit...
Sophie:... I've seen this with my addict friends all the time-- jail is not a cure--jail is a wake-up call. Wake up.  Stop typing about it and take action.  Call the local battered women's shelter, pack up whatever you can fit in your car and get out.  The caseworkers there can get you connected with appropriate therapists and support groups, and I encourage you to go.  Therapy is not a luxury--you FIND the time to do it. Therapy will help you get your life back, assuming you are willing to make change happen.   If you stay on the path you are on, you will likely end up in one of two options--prison (which has plenty of battered women who were defending themselves and lost in court) and six feet under.

You say you are done.  Now be done--prove it--get the help you need.  Doing it alone (or thinking you can do it alone) is a recipe for disaster.

I admit I never said jail was a cure?

I admit I have no need to leave my home?

I admit it's been 4 hours since i said I was DONE. Uhhhh it took God 7 days to create the earth or something like that right?

I admit I said I'm done. I meant I'm done. I am DONE with him.

I admit I have taken personal that I'm not sharing on here not so nice steps to ensure that bridge was not only burned, but bombed, and there is absolutely not a chance in hell of thinking it'll be rebuilt.