Stories

I am obsessed with my two dogs and four cats. I am terrified to come home and find one of them has died on me. I really think I could be an amazing movie star. I am a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. I am married to my best friend who happens to have stage 3 melanoma and I am convinced I can cure him. I am obsessed with healthy eating. I swim, bike and run, none of which I do well. I am easily distracted… SOMETHING SHINY!!!! I am jealous that my husband is going back to school full time while I have to hold down the financial fort until he graduates and starts making some money. I feel undeserving of love and especially undeserving of this amazing life I have been given. I don’t believe in games, passive aggressiveness. I believe in honesty and communication. I am true to myself and to the people that matter.

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I’m a vegetarian who aspires to be vegan but who occasionally eats fish. I’m worldweary, sometimes naive, hard-nosed but tender with small creatures. I collect books and beautiful candles and enjoy obscure music. Don’t tolerate fools or people attempting to manipulate me, and can be brutally honesty when repelling them, but a mother bear when protecting my loved ones. I’m retraining as a counsellor and can’t wait to set up my grumpy aunt practice.

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I have more dysfunction in my life than many of my clients. I put off my procrastination until later. I’ve been vegetarian for over 20 years, but I eat like crap and then bitch about my weight. I have been told I am very blunt and that I have a blank facial expression that disarms people because they can’t read me. My finances are a shambles. I got divorced because my ex lived/worked in a city 2+ hours away, but I’m now seeing a man who lives 2+ hours away. I love my kids greatly, but I feel like a failure as a mother because they constantly grate my last nerve. I post pictures of stuff I cook/bake on Facebook even though I’m pretty sure no one cares. A truck driver informed me that I swear worse than a truck driver. I have been lied to so many times, both personally and professionally, but I refuse to consider the possibility that it is my fault for being too gullible.

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At 52 years old, I still like bad boys. My spine curves to the right. I worry about becoming a bag lady. I need at least 8 hours sleep. I’ve read none of The Classics. I’m a good photographer, but a terrible businesswoman. I wear a retainer at night…and an eye mask. The thought of my dog dying is unbearable. I’m a loner, but I still want to be invited. I need to clean my house. I swear too much. I eat popcorn and ice cream for dinner. Quite often, I think I’m pretty damn awesome but I wonder why nobody else notices…

#lovemeanyways

theangrytherapist:

I’m loud.  I try to see the good in people.  I’m vertically
challenged.  My personal therapy consists of two wheels and a motor. I enjoy a cold beer after a long day at work. I can be too brutally honest.  I am driven by passion. I want to make a change in the world. At times, I question my life’s mission.  I speak with confidence, even when I know I’m straight bullshitting. I love chocolate. I’m goofy and proud of it.  I want to redefine masculinity.  I curse too
much. I was a nerd in school. My spirituality keeps me sane.  I struggle with financial expectation that I set for myself.  I pride myself in being a good boyfriend. I love to laugh.  I believe dogs are truly man’s best friend. I love to travel. To me, respect is love.Beaches are my escape from reality. I’m a risk taker.  I try to be my most authentic self, but often fall short. I’m afraid of becoming a failure. I owe everything I am now to my mother. I want my gravestone
to say “he made a difference.”  

#lovemeanyways