...Anyway, whatever the REAL reason was, it's not like they can take me back or that it would matter. Or that I care. I didn't really want to cry but I was filled with an overwhelming sense of resentfulness, anger, shock and thought the whole thing was a bit of an out of body experience. I didn't cry as such...more a tear or two. For a second there, I thought they were going to say something like ...

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...I think he looks intelligent, like someone that would have a larger than average vocabulary. So, our last vocabulary corner of the evening, magnanimous, “generous in forgiving an insult or injury; free from petty resentfulness or vindictiveness.” Taylor saunters in and I can’t help but really want to see a cat fight between her and Marci. It will never happen, I know, but it would be really fun. ...

... ignores him and gathers the books out from under Charles's head gently. "I put the crackers in your jacket. It's actually really late, you must've missed your parents' dessert by now, but you can't stay here tonight. All right? It's dark outside." Giving up, Charles stands, pushing down the resentfulness and the indignant cords settled in his tight shoulders, murmuring, "I'm just tired. Sorry."

Seize the day.

... to spend the rest of my life with. He's cold, distant, and downright mean. It's not right, no one deserves to be treated like this. But somehow I did survive an anniversray full of hurt and resentfulness that wasn't even acknowledged by my husband. But I survived! It's not much, but surviving is the best thing I could do. I couldn't manage to go shopping or play with the cats or fix anything ...