My new family member

On Christmas Eve, I officially adopted a fur baby. His name is Chewy. He is eight years old and a Bichon Yorkie mix. He is such a good dog and I look forward to our many adventures together. This is the first time I have had a dog by myself, so I am a bit nervous, but I have hopes this is just the beginning of many great things to come.

A couple of articles

Just came across these in facebook and it is like the universe is reading my mind

http://www.bustle.com/articles/129270-7-signs-you-grew-up-with-a-toxic-parent-didnt-know-it




http://www.bustle.com/articles/128987-11-things-you-learn-about-body-positivity-when-you-date-a-smaller-partner?utm_source=FBOnsite

Just let him go

You left him. You decided to end your marriage. You started another relationship. You moved in with someone else. You told him to find someone else. Then he did. And you lost your shit.

You can't have it both ways. You can't not want him and not want him to be with anyone else. You can't cut the tie that binds and expect him to hold up his end long after you abandoned yours and tied onto someone else. It's not fair; to him, to your new partner, to me, the one he found. We all now suffer because like a two year old who hoards their toys, you don't want anyone else to have him: The one you long ago discarded.

Just let him go.

Please.