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This is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the innocent... and the not so innocent.  On Mothers Day I received a text from someone I used to date. Not anything special, just a "Have a happy Mother's Day" and wishing me well.  I didn't think much of it, until I started getting responses from unidentified numbers.  I just assumed that these women were relatives of his. No problem. Two days later, I receive a text from an unidentified number, again! Asking the question " Are you at work?" by the "tone" I knew this was an intimate question and I most certainly knew it wasn't meant for me. The response, when it came, was "Yeah, what's going on?" Sounds innocent enough, right? Well obviously by all of the irate responses to this most innocent text, a lot of the ladies on that thread from Mothers Day didn't think so! Mr. "think things through" Mr. TTT for short, had created and sent a text thread to all of his...

As I have gotten older I have realized what a know-it-all I have been. I say "have been" because I also realized that I don't know squat about a lot of things. I just turned forty...something, and as I look back I am a little bit ashamed of how I didn't like to take advice or listen to people who actually did know what they were talking about. Is that youth or being a know-it-all? Or are those two intertwined? It was a point of pride for me to be able to figure things out on my own when I was younger. I felt that by asking for advice or seeking help made me immature and that people would think me weak and unprepared for life. How insecure and wrong I was. To ask for help doesn't make you weak, it makes you wise. There have been so many times throughout my life that I have needed help and couldn't bring myself to ask for help. If I had, it would have saved me a lot of heartache I am sure.  One of my friends has a saying "A closed mouth, is a hungry mouth....