Do You Really Want To Know??!

All of my boys have outstanding memories.  Although I like to pretend otherwise, they get it from me. And I know that memory, if supplied with the wrong ammunition, can be harmful.

I've been on a weird path lately. Letting things that I've overcome in the past make a little dent in my present. Letting them attempt to remorph my 'now'. 

Uh huh.

So hear me out. Let me shout this crap out.  These are the things I hear in my head.  They may have happened today or 30 years ago.

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I had no choice.

You don't want to be known as 'big' right?

You're really a size 6? (said during my modeling days when I was 30 while he was looking at my boobs)

You're not my type (said by my husband)

We should just stay together because no one else will want you. (said by my other husband)

It's just feedback. Everyone handles it.

This is what happens when you take off.

You really graduated from NU?

Why don't you just take the microphone and say a whole bunch of stuff we don't hear anyway.

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Now THAT'S therapy :)