Call me silly, insane...whatever you want...I have a full plate and I love it!! I'm not under stress because I feel this is how to get my business under control.
Have you ever thought about it? Each and every single one of us own our own business. We do!! It's called "Our Life, Inc." You manage your finances, you set appointments, you purchase items, you manage people (children), you pay bills, and file taxes! Just like any ordinary business! Hot damn....
So in my business, I am doing everything in my power to avoid bankruptcy and I am determined be successful. I have made prior business agreements that were not good deals. I have now found a business partner who is in it for both our good, not just mine or his. In the end, we will be more successful than we ever have been before!
My Prince is now 5 years old! He's growing up!! Of course, he's only getting wiser. "Mama, now that I'm 5 years old, I can do whatever I want!" Think again kiddo.
Time to go attend to the most important part of my business - the income.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Time
Time can either be our best friend, or our enemy.
No matter how you look at it, it's always there.
Ticking.
Tocking.
Ticking.
Sometimes I wish it would just stop, or slow down at least. My boys are growing too fast. That woman looking back at me in the mirror is only getting older. She's still the same determined woman who's not about to let time get the best of her. But time is starting to catch up.
There are many years on this old soul of mine. I have seen days I wish to never see again. I have felt pain I wish to never feel again. I have been broken. I have scars. But I have healed. I have learned. I am going forward, steadfast and upright. I'm still young and full of energy. I'm in love. I am loved. I have the best family I could ever ask for. My friends are my rocks. Kenny is my hero.
Time is ticking, for sure. I want events to happen now. But I want things to slow down. Summer is breathing on us now. I will be taking my boys out on fun adventures and showing them how to live, and what life is truly about. Kenny and I will be going on a road trip. I am going to embrace each day of this summer, and I'm going to try and slow each day down the best way I can. I will make sure to live without letting life slip through my fingers.
No matter how you look at it, it's always there.
Ticking.
Tocking.
Ticking.
Sometimes I wish it would just stop, or slow down at least. My boys are growing too fast. That woman looking back at me in the mirror is only getting older. She's still the same determined woman who's not about to let time get the best of her. But time is starting to catch up.
There are many years on this old soul of mine. I have seen days I wish to never see again. I have felt pain I wish to never feel again. I have been broken. I have scars. But I have healed. I have learned. I am going forward, steadfast and upright. I'm still young and full of energy. I'm in love. I am loved. I have the best family I could ever ask for. My friends are my rocks. Kenny is my hero.
Time is ticking, for sure. I want events to happen now. But I want things to slow down. Summer is breathing on us now. I will be taking my boys out on fun adventures and showing them how to live, and what life is truly about. Kenny and I will be going on a road trip. I am going to embrace each day of this summer, and I'm going to try and slow each day down the best way I can. I will make sure to live without letting life slip through my fingers.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Updates
As some of you may know, I had decided to take a turn on my life back in February. Not only did this mean to leave a bad relationship, it meant to rebuild who I am as a person. I have made an astounding amount of progress, but I still have a long way to go!
I have made a lot of accomplishments over the last 4 months. My debt is slowly getting chipped away. I have been fighting with the three credit reporting agencies to correct the information they have on me. All three reports show a 50+ point difference! One of them even has me under DiSciullo Jr. Huh??? And even has me living at an address I never lived at before. I'm verifying all the bills that have been reported against me - making sure they are legit. I have a two collection agencies who have not reported my balance as being paid in full. I wish I knew more about the best ways to clean up credit - but I'm not willing to pay a fee to a consultant to tell me how. I'm just going to keep on chipping away, and hopefully in a year I will have a much better score!
I am my third week into school. WOW. It's incredibly challenging! I am having some trouble keeping up, but I have no trouble making up for lost time. So far I'm getting excellent scores on my papers and tests - I have midterms next week! EEPS! I was at my best friend's graduation ceremony today. I couldn't help but sit there and day dream about my own graduation. I never walked down an aisle with a cap and gown. I sure would like to do that, and I will be very proud to wear the green and gold of Colorado State University!! I just love the sound of that! "University." I am a student of a university. How cool is that!!!
My health is continuing to get better. I have kept my quit for nearly 6 months!! It's hard to believe it's been that long. I'm not in the clear yet - I still get cravings, and I still struggle from time to time. If you look in my purse, you will see I still have packs of gum in there. The difference now is that I am not dependent on them.
Confession: I am an insomniac. I cannot sleep. Hence why I am awake at 2:00 in the morning writing my blog, and writing a new blog for my fitness program. I'm excited because Ken is coming home tomorrow. I'm yawning, but all I can do is toss and turn. I have too much to do. I have a lot on my plate. And I'm too hard on myself to get it all done at once. Patience is not something I do well with. I want things now. I wanted them yesterday. I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I feel like I just want to hit the fast forward button.
And yet, when I am with Ken, it all slows down. It's almost as if he makes everything run smoother. It's almost as if everything keeps on happening around us while we are standing still. I cannot wait for him to be home tomorrow. I cannot wait to be in the same room with him. I just want to feel his presence.
I have made a lot of accomplishments over the last 4 months. My debt is slowly getting chipped away. I have been fighting with the three credit reporting agencies to correct the information they have on me. All three reports show a 50+ point difference! One of them even has me under DiSciullo Jr. Huh??? And even has me living at an address I never lived at before. I'm verifying all the bills that have been reported against me - making sure they are legit. I have a two collection agencies who have not reported my balance as being paid in full. I wish I knew more about the best ways to clean up credit - but I'm not willing to pay a fee to a consultant to tell me how. I'm just going to keep on chipping away, and hopefully in a year I will have a much better score!
I am my third week into school. WOW. It's incredibly challenging! I am having some trouble keeping up, but I have no trouble making up for lost time. So far I'm getting excellent scores on my papers and tests - I have midterms next week! EEPS! I was at my best friend's graduation ceremony today. I couldn't help but sit there and day dream about my own graduation. I never walked down an aisle with a cap and gown. I sure would like to do that, and I will be very proud to wear the green and gold of Colorado State University!! I just love the sound of that! "University." I am a student of a university. How cool is that!!!
My health is continuing to get better. I have kept my quit for nearly 6 months!! It's hard to believe it's been that long. I'm not in the clear yet - I still get cravings, and I still struggle from time to time. If you look in my purse, you will see I still have packs of gum in there. The difference now is that I am not dependent on them.
Confession: I am an insomniac. I cannot sleep. Hence why I am awake at 2:00 in the morning writing my blog, and writing a new blog for my fitness program. I'm excited because Ken is coming home tomorrow. I'm yawning, but all I can do is toss and turn. I have too much to do. I have a lot on my plate. And I'm too hard on myself to get it all done at once. Patience is not something I do well with. I want things now. I wanted them yesterday. I don't want to wait until tomorrow. I feel like I just want to hit the fast forward button.
And yet, when I am with Ken, it all slows down. It's almost as if he makes everything run smoother. It's almost as if everything keeps on happening around us while we are standing still. I cannot wait for him to be home tomorrow. I cannot wait to be in the same room with him. I just want to feel his presence.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Internet Dating
This is a paper I just submitted for my composition writing class. I thought it was too good not to share. I'm sure a few of you can relate! Enjoy!
This day in age, if you ask a couple how they found one another, more than likely they will tell you they met through an Internet dating portal. A few popular portals are www.match.com, www.eHarmony.com, Yahoo! Personals, or www.plentyoffish.com. There are different views on how this method is actually a good way to find that special someone. Our society is still learning to accept the Internet as a way to meet people. To some, this could be a perfectly good way to meet a serial killer or con artist. To others, this method is the best opportunity to be picky and selective in order to find that perfect person.
There is an estimated 20 million people who use an online dating site of some kind in the United States (Angel, 2010). Some will pay hundreds of dollars while others pay as little as nothing just so they can find their “soul mate.” According to Census 2000, there were approximately 281.4 million people living in the U.S. (Simmons & O’Neill, 2001). Give or take a few million more, you will find that over 31% of our population has found their wife or husband on the computer (Angel, 2010). These numbers will continue to increase as our younger generations continue to rely primarily on technology and the Internet.
After my second divorce, curiosity got the best of me and I found myself experimenting with what my fellow friends had been bragging about. The first step in this process was to create a personality profile. It was no trouble finding a few pictures I felt to be appropriate enough to show hundreds of complete strangers. I had more trouble creating my profile without sounding like a used car salesman trying to sell a rusty old Camaro. It was very difficult to show my true self through words without giving too much information away. I noticed I was a little tempted to fib a bit about myself. In fact, I realized I was not the only one who would fib on their profile. According to a ScientificAmerican journal podcast, approximately 90% of online profilers are not honest about themselves (Author Unknown, 2007). Nobody is going to post, “Hi, my name is Bob. My house is never clean; I cheated on all my girlfriends; and eat at McDonald’s every day.” Instead, you may see the following; “Hi, my name is Bob. I keep up with my chores as often as I can when I am not busy walking on the beach during sunsets. I believe in exploring all my options in a relationship, and love exploring my exotic tastes in food.”
After editing my profile on several occasions, I finally hit the “Post” button. The responses came in very quickly, and by the masses. My email inbox filled up with several messages from men who were interested in my profile. I was dumbfounded at how many of those men actually thought I would be interested in a response full of poor grammar and caveman-like sentences. My own children would have been embarrassed by some of the emails I received! Some of the men did not even take the time to try an impress me with an email, they simply clicked on an “icebreaker” button which usually said, “Hi, I like your profile.” While this may be a step up from a drunk trying out his latest pick up line, I was still not the least bit impressed. I was, however, delighted at the ability to simply delete each email instead of throwing my drink on the pursuing drunk.
It was interesting to learn that one out of five people who have met online have actually married (Hwang, 2009). While I agree with that study, due to the number of friends and colleagues I know, I also disagree that it works for everyone. My online experience led me into a very bad relationship. It is important to make sure you take every cautious step possible; it is also hard to know when you are getting yourself into something bad right from the start. There are several tips on proper Internet dating etiquette, and safety procedures.
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References
Users Of Online Dating Services Often Fib. (2007, February 7). Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=994541FD-E7F2-99DF-3EECA44E11A92F92
Angel, J. (2009, April 2). Online Dating - Statistics. Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://ezinearticles.com/?Online-Dating---Statistics&id=2177031
Shocking Scientific Research Verifies Online Dating Dishonesty. (2007, February). Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://braindancing.blogspot.com/2007/02/shocking-scientific-research-verifies.html
Simmons, T., & O'Neill, G. (2001, September). Households and Families: 2000. Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://www.census.gov/prod/2001pubs/c2kbr01-8.pdf
This day in age, if you ask a couple how they found one another, more than likely they will tell you they met through an Internet dating portal. A few popular portals are www.match.com, www.eHarmony.com, Yahoo! Personals, or www.plentyoffish.com. There are different views on how this method is actually a good way to find that special someone. Our society is still learning to accept the Internet as a way to meet people. To some, this could be a perfectly good way to meet a serial killer or con artist. To others, this method is the best opportunity to be picky and selective in order to find that perfect person.
There is an estimated 20 million people who use an online dating site of some kind in the United States (Angel, 2010). Some will pay hundreds of dollars while others pay as little as nothing just so they can find their “soul mate.” According to Census 2000, there were approximately 281.4 million people living in the U.S. (Simmons & O’Neill, 2001). Give or take a few million more, you will find that over 31% of our population has found their wife or husband on the computer (Angel, 2010). These numbers will continue to increase as our younger generations continue to rely primarily on technology and the Internet.
After my second divorce, curiosity got the best of me and I found myself experimenting with what my fellow friends had been bragging about. The first step in this process was to create a personality profile. It was no trouble finding a few pictures I felt to be appropriate enough to show hundreds of complete strangers. I had more trouble creating my profile without sounding like a used car salesman trying to sell a rusty old Camaro. It was very difficult to show my true self through words without giving too much information away. I noticed I was a little tempted to fib a bit about myself. In fact, I realized I was not the only one who would fib on their profile. According to a ScientificAmerican journal podcast, approximately 90% of online profilers are not honest about themselves (Author Unknown, 2007). Nobody is going to post, “Hi, my name is Bob. My house is never clean; I cheated on all my girlfriends; and eat at McDonald’s every day.” Instead, you may see the following; “Hi, my name is Bob. I keep up with my chores as often as I can when I am not busy walking on the beach during sunsets. I believe in exploring all my options in a relationship, and love exploring my exotic tastes in food.”
After editing my profile on several occasions, I finally hit the “Post” button. The responses came in very quickly, and by the masses. My email inbox filled up with several messages from men who were interested in my profile. I was dumbfounded at how many of those men actually thought I would be interested in a response full of poor grammar and caveman-like sentences. My own children would have been embarrassed by some of the emails I received! Some of the men did not even take the time to try an impress me with an email, they simply clicked on an “icebreaker” button which usually said, “Hi, I like your profile.” While this may be a step up from a drunk trying out his latest pick up line, I was still not the least bit impressed. I was, however, delighted at the ability to simply delete each email instead of throwing my drink on the pursuing drunk.
It was interesting to learn that one out of five people who have met online have actually married (Hwang, 2009). While I agree with that study, due to the number of friends and colleagues I know, I also disagree that it works for everyone. My online experience led me into a very bad relationship. It is important to make sure you take every cautious step possible; it is also hard to know when you are getting yourself into something bad right from the start. There are several tips on proper Internet dating etiquette, and safety procedures.
___________________________________________________________________________
References
Users Of Online Dating Services Often Fib. (2007, February 7). Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://www.scientificamerican.com/podcast/episode.cfm?id=994541FD-E7F2-99DF-3EECA44E11A92F92
Angel, J. (2009, April 2). Online Dating - Statistics. Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://ezinearticles.com/?Online-Dating---Statistics&id=2177031
Shocking Scientific Research Verifies Online Dating Dishonesty. (2007, February). Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://braindancing.blogspot.com/2007/02/shocking-scientific-research-verifies.html
Simmons, T., & O'Neill, G. (2001, September). Households and Families: 2000. Retrieved May 10, 2010, from http://www.census.gov/prod/2001pubs/c2kbr01-8.pdf
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
A week full of Dylan-isms
Well, my chatterbox sweet and innocent little boy had some more unsuspecting surprises this week. Of course, it all has to happen when he's meeting my boyfriend for the first time.
Dylan: Hey Kenny! Guess what?
Kenny: What?
Dylan: I fell down at school today and had a heart attack!
Kenny: You had a heart attack?
Dylan: Yeah! See? (Points at elbow) My heart attack is right there! See??? (All you see is a small little scrape on his elbow.)
So now, according to Dylan, anytime he falls or gets a scrape, he's having a heart attack. Oh my.
On the same night, after dinner, we walked over to the park to play at the playground. Dylan is running around with his new ball I had just purchased for him. Kenny and I are sitting by, watching and laughing at him. Dylan went to kick his ball, and instead of actually punting it, he landed on it. As he landed on it, his body lunged forward, therefore resulting in a face plant right into the gravel. Of course, as a mother, I'm ready to run to him just in case this should freak him out a bit. Instead, I found myself holding back fits of giggles as he stood up spitting pebbles out of his mouth. He muttered, "Well that was just yucky." Of course, my ability to not laugh failed me miserably. As I giggled, I walked to him to check him out, asked if he was alright, he responded, "Yeah, I got it all out. It was in my nose mama! It's NOT funny!" Oh dear.
And last, but not least, tonight was just absolutely the best of all Dylan-isms I could possibly post so far. And I have TWO of them! Kenny, Dylan, and I went to Chili's for dinner. After much debate, Dylan picked out his meal and his chocolate milk. Like a grown boy that he is, he politely asked our server, "I would like the grilled cheese and chocolate milk please." A few minutes passed by, Kenny and I were served our drinks. Then another minute later, the chips and salsa are served. After Dylan had crunched down a few chips, he lets out a big sigh, and says, "Man, I'm thirsty! Where IS my drink?" His big brown eyes were just as sad as they could be! Our server stopped by our table to check on us, Dylan pats his little hand on the table, then says, "May I PLEASE have my chocolate milk???" I must point out how he was very, very firm on his "PLEASE" but he was incredibly polite!!! It was way too cute!
Later, it was time to put Dylan to bed. Kenny sat aside, out of the way, and quiet as he could be. Dylan was putting up a bit of a struggle, trying to come up with whatever excuse a nearly-five-year-old could possibly think of. "I'm not tired." "But I'll miss Kenny." (AAAAWWwwwWWWWwww) "I'm thirsty." I explained to him that I didn't want to go to bed too, but I had to because I have to work. After explaining to him he had to get some sleep so he wouldn't have a bad day at school tomorrow, he said, "But WHY?" I said, "So you can grow up and be a good worker some day! You can be whatever you want to be! Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?" He said, "Yes." "What's that?"
"A worker."
Gosh, he's smart.
Dylan: Hey Kenny! Guess what?
Kenny: What?
Dylan: I fell down at school today and had a heart attack!
Kenny: You had a heart attack?
Dylan: Yeah! See? (Points at elbow) My heart attack is right there! See??? (All you see is a small little scrape on his elbow.)
So now, according to Dylan, anytime he falls or gets a scrape, he's having a heart attack. Oh my.
On the same night, after dinner, we walked over to the park to play at the playground. Dylan is running around with his new ball I had just purchased for him. Kenny and I are sitting by, watching and laughing at him. Dylan went to kick his ball, and instead of actually punting it, he landed on it. As he landed on it, his body lunged forward, therefore resulting in a face plant right into the gravel. Of course, as a mother, I'm ready to run to him just in case this should freak him out a bit. Instead, I found myself holding back fits of giggles as he stood up spitting pebbles out of his mouth. He muttered, "Well that was just yucky." Of course, my ability to not laugh failed me miserably. As I giggled, I walked to him to check him out, asked if he was alright, he responded, "Yeah, I got it all out. It was in my nose mama! It's NOT funny!" Oh dear.
And last, but not least, tonight was just absolutely the best of all Dylan-isms I could possibly post so far. And I have TWO of them! Kenny, Dylan, and I went to Chili's for dinner. After much debate, Dylan picked out his meal and his chocolate milk. Like a grown boy that he is, he politely asked our server, "I would like the grilled cheese and chocolate milk please." A few minutes passed by, Kenny and I were served our drinks. Then another minute later, the chips and salsa are served. After Dylan had crunched down a few chips, he lets out a big sigh, and says, "Man, I'm thirsty! Where IS my drink?" His big brown eyes were just as sad as they could be! Our server stopped by our table to check on us, Dylan pats his little hand on the table, then says, "May I PLEASE have my chocolate milk???" I must point out how he was very, very firm on his "PLEASE" but he was incredibly polite!!! It was way too cute!
Later, it was time to put Dylan to bed. Kenny sat aside, out of the way, and quiet as he could be. Dylan was putting up a bit of a struggle, trying to come up with whatever excuse a nearly-five-year-old could possibly think of. "I'm not tired." "But I'll miss Kenny." (AAAAWWwwwWWWWwww) "I'm thirsty." I explained to him that I didn't want to go to bed too, but I had to because I have to work. After explaining to him he had to get some sleep so he wouldn't have a bad day at school tomorrow, he said, "But WHY?" I said, "So you can grow up and be a good worker some day! You can be whatever you want to be! Do you know what you want to be when you grow up?" He said, "Yes." "What's that?"
"A worker."
Gosh, he's smart.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Pieces
On the night of February 3rd, I sat on my knees in the middle of the floor of the basement of my grandma's house. I had just spent an exhuasting day moving whatever I could out of my old house. I left a lot behind. I focused on my boys' things before I took my own things. I started with my clothes and workd my way out. I left behind half my life. I turned my back on my pasts.
I sat there, broken. I felt empty. I sobbed for hours. My hot tears were of relief, fear, and pain. I had lost all the pieces of me that held me together. I was being told that I was strong and brave for doing what I had to do. I sure didn't feel like it. I felt the weakest I had ever felt in my life. There were words I wanted to say to him. I wanted him to know what he did to me. I needed him to understand what he had done. He broke me. He took the one last piece of me I had left. He took my dignity.
But I was damned if I was going to stay that way. I cried all I needed to cry that night. The next day I woke up, determined to put the pieces of me back together again. I set a plan for my life. I figured out what it was that I had to do for me. I realized it was time to be selfish. It was time to be strong. Day by day, piece by piece, I was getting stronger.
As some of you have learned, I have found a man. He is teaching me what it's like to be trusted, respected, and most of all.....loved. I have allowed him to come into my precious sanctuary. He has shown me that it's ok to let go. I'm still hanging on strong. He knows I will not let him take any pieces of me, and he is ok with it. He encourages me to continue building myself. He is proud of my strength. He carries me high above his own self.
My plans are still in place. My focus is still on track. I have not lost my direction. If anything, Kenny has become my compass. If I start to get a little lost, he will be right there to guide me back in the right direction.
Part of my rebuilding process is bonding with those who I should be close to. I have never allowed anyone to get close to me. My mom and I are working on building a solid mother/daughter relationship. I look forward to the weekend I will be spending at her place up in the mountains. We will share some drinks, some laughs, and probably even some tears. Whatever may happen, it is my goal to become closer to her. She's an important person in my life, and I need to let her in. I need to learn to trust her again.
Another step is to get my darn college degree I have attempted to get over all these years. I have about 2 1/2 years to finish it up, but I'm determined to get that diploma. I allowed my previous relatoinships to get in the way of that goal. Not this time! And he's ok with that.
February 3rd was nearly three months ago. It's so hard to believe that I am where I am now. I sure didn't see it! There is no longer any darkness. Things are so great with my job, I have a wondeful man who's come into my life, my boys are all happy and healthy - and most of all - I am happy and healthy.
I said I was going to rebuild my kingdom brick by brick. I am happy to say that my kingdom is coming back together again. Only this time, it's more solid than it's ever been before. And it's going to stay that way. I will never again allow anyone to tear down the walls.
And you know what? In the end, he never took my dignity. He didn't take a damn thing from me. In fact, he made me even stronger than I had ever been before. I am steadfast and stubborn. I stand higher today, therefore I stand strong. My pride is stronger than it ever has been before.
I sat there, broken. I felt empty. I sobbed for hours. My hot tears were of relief, fear, and pain. I had lost all the pieces of me that held me together. I was being told that I was strong and brave for doing what I had to do. I sure didn't feel like it. I felt the weakest I had ever felt in my life. There were words I wanted to say to him. I wanted him to know what he did to me. I needed him to understand what he had done. He broke me. He took the one last piece of me I had left. He took my dignity.
But I was damned if I was going to stay that way. I cried all I needed to cry that night. The next day I woke up, determined to put the pieces of me back together again. I set a plan for my life. I figured out what it was that I had to do for me. I realized it was time to be selfish. It was time to be strong. Day by day, piece by piece, I was getting stronger.
As some of you have learned, I have found a man. He is teaching me what it's like to be trusted, respected, and most of all.....loved. I have allowed him to come into my precious sanctuary. He has shown me that it's ok to let go. I'm still hanging on strong. He knows I will not let him take any pieces of me, and he is ok with it. He encourages me to continue building myself. He is proud of my strength. He carries me high above his own self.
My plans are still in place. My focus is still on track. I have not lost my direction. If anything, Kenny has become my compass. If I start to get a little lost, he will be right there to guide me back in the right direction.
Part of my rebuilding process is bonding with those who I should be close to. I have never allowed anyone to get close to me. My mom and I are working on building a solid mother/daughter relationship. I look forward to the weekend I will be spending at her place up in the mountains. We will share some drinks, some laughs, and probably even some tears. Whatever may happen, it is my goal to become closer to her. She's an important person in my life, and I need to let her in. I need to learn to trust her again.
Another step is to get my darn college degree I have attempted to get over all these years. I have about 2 1/2 years to finish it up, but I'm determined to get that diploma. I allowed my previous relatoinships to get in the way of that goal. Not this time! And he's ok with that.
February 3rd was nearly three months ago. It's so hard to believe that I am where I am now. I sure didn't see it! There is no longer any darkness. Things are so great with my job, I have a wondeful man who's come into my life, my boys are all happy and healthy - and most of all - I am happy and healthy.
I said I was going to rebuild my kingdom brick by brick. I am happy to say that my kingdom is coming back together again. Only this time, it's more solid than it's ever been before. And it's going to stay that way. I will never again allow anyone to tear down the walls.
And you know what? In the end, he never took my dignity. He didn't take a damn thing from me. In fact, he made me even stronger than I had ever been before. I am steadfast and stubborn. I stand higher today, therefore I stand strong. My pride is stronger than it ever has been before.
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