Eight years old is a great age. I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed Elliot as much as I am right now.
He's a sunny, funny, mischievous, sweet delight at the moment.
Wednesday
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I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
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You're a great mom, Katie. I'm sorry your ex continues to semi-stalk and harass you.
It's obvious to anyone who has known the two of you and who reads your blog what the story is here.
I remember that being eight was fun, at least for me!
What your ex fails to understand is that you are a public figure. You are a widely published writer. Almost all writers today have blogs and websites and the fact that you are a public figure means people will comment on the blog or website. This has nothing to do with you actively seeking commentary on your divorce or anything. As a writer, being "out there" is part of your job.
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