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A personal experience; this is a true story.
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“Maddie! Maddie, no!” I was too late. I had turned around just in time to see my five year old daughter Madison drag a jar of marinara sa..
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Hoping the gesture wouldn’t be unwelcome, I patted Jay’s back. I felt tension almost melt out of him upon contact. Since he didn’t ..
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The phrase ‘home sweet home’ always used to run through my mind when I pulled into my driveway. I found myself trying to curb the habit. ..
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A week later, I had still kept putting everything off. If I was at work, driving, or in bed falling asleep, I was telling myself I would get to it th..
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I stopped cleaning when I put Madison to bed. I poured myself a glass of wine, intending to relax and do some more thinking. It almost seemed as if i..
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I headed toward the stairs. “I haven’t mentioned the possibility of a new roommate, so for now could you make sure to keep it out of conv..
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After his belly was full of food and wine, I saw Jay more relaxed than I ever had. He still looked tired, but less run down. He gave Mariah his dish,..
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Jay smiled, but kept his eyes closed. “Did your parents read you fairy tales?” “Of course, and it turned me into a hopeless romanti..
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My good mood stayed with me into the next day. When I woke Madison for school, the first thing out of her mouth was to ask if Jay was still there. &l..
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