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The Man Cave

Quarter Life Confessions

ea1916be3daf1f50b0c88731be1ac6acAs a woman, if you have ever been in a relationship you have invariably had to deal with the Man Cave scenario. When a man is stressed or burdened with feelings he cannot immediately process, he finds himself wanting to run. Run far away. Most of the time he cant just pack up his life and go. So he retreats into his mind, throws himself into work or vigorously focuses on his most prized hobby. He seems distant and cold towards you, and you cant help but wonder- Did I do something wrong?

If you have ever read Johan Gray’s book; “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus;” you will be familiar with the Man Cave scenario. Gray refers to men as Martians and Women as Venusians. He states that men go into this metaphorical Man Cave from time to time; because unlike us women, who have the…

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Addiction, ADHD and The Antisocial Behavior Connection

On the defensive

Being Stuck Sucks



I have recently noticed that I am constantly on the defensive. After so many hits, I now feel like I have to protect myself. I don’t like this. Case in point: a staff meeting is called for tomorrow morning to share “good news”. My immediate thought is people are either leaving or fired, and the execs are going to spin it as good news. Yesterday I nearly bit my supervisor’s head off when I thought she was saying I was going to have to work all weekend and all week, with not one day off. She wasn’t; I overreacted. I’m on the defensive. Cue Rocky


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what else?

Passive Aggressive Abuse

On Friday last week, we had a text “conversation” about a particular situation.  I thought that was the end of that, but then yesterday, I found out there was more to the story.  When I asked him why he didn’t tell me the rest of the situation, he said, I didn’t think it was important.

Yesterday, we were with friends and he was talking about a picture he had posted on Facebook.  (He’s on Facebook; I’m not.)  One of our friends had seen it, but others hadn’t, so he was showing the picture, which was on his cell phone, to the other friends and I wanted to see it, too.  It was a picture of his feet propped up on a chair in front of a small fire, out in a cleared space in our woods.  I didn’t know he took time off of work to build a fire in…

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You = My drug

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