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So I like writing out my feelings, and I'm definitely an over sharer... but I need to work on keeping shit to myself... I have another blog that I'd been writing in to deal with all the emotions associated with deciding to leave my husband and get a divorce. If you're curious about that you can check it out at bitterlyeverafter.blogspot.com

This new one will be about my adventures as a newly single person after practically being in a serious relationship since I was like 16. I started dating my husband only six months after being dumped by my high school sweetheart and first everything. So yea I married the rebound and clearly it was a big old epic FAIL.

I officially called it quits with the hubby on July 11th, and since then in my reckless phase of self destruction... I made out with a friend's bf's roommate, slept with a complete stranger who happened to be in my dining room wearing just boxer briefs when I got home from a night out, and had a full blown affair with a married with children co-worker. Don't you worry there will be entries coming to delve more into some of those...

My childhood was always a bit chaotic and drama filled coming from a divorced family where my father cheated and then married the woman he cheated on my mother with... and then they divorced when I was in college and now I have 6 parental figures just to me...I don't think I really know what normal and boring is... I think I'm comfortable in the chaos. I need to learn to keep shit low key and get back to what makes my weird little heart happy.

Right now though I can't focus on the shit I need to be doing, I've let my to do list get overwhelming, to the point where I feel paralyzed and just end up vegging and watching something on TV. The last week or two I've made some progress in trying to get into a better and beneficial routine... but I have a long way to go.

Getting all of this shit out of my head though, is the first thing I think I need to do to begin moving forward.

The affair is over... ended at the end of September... the whole thing was only 7 weeks long but was probably the most intense 7 weeks of my whole damn life. I fell hard and right now it feels totally impossible that I'll ever get over him, especially when there's zero part of me that actually wants to.