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Hey Guys. Allow me to let you in on a little secret — I don’t have a lot of time. Okay, that’s not really a secret and according to my husband, I b*tch, complain, and preach about it far and wide to anyone within earshot at every opportunity. Am I a martyr? I’m not trying to be,…
“Slow down,” my husband tells me. “Think about what you are doing before you do it.” “Focus.” Each one of those meant-to-be-constructive comments of his is met with my disdain. Every single time they leave his mouth with the intent of making their way to my ears, and inside my brain where they are expected…
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