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I feel a little chagrined and embarrased to admit that I come on here every day hoping to see new posts.

I feel a little chagrined and embarrased to admit that I come on here every day hoping to see new posts.

 
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i do too
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not me,
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Crazy aint it!!!
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Oh hon, we all do. No shame in that. It just means we are connected to the pulse of everyone else, and that's kind of comforting, isn't it? I'm annoyed by more than half, but the other half, I like thinking that perhaps one sentence I may type, one word of encouragement I may offer, will make an OP smile and feel better, even if only for a nanosecond. In that nanosecond, we are friends, and there is no harm in that. The only dilemma is when we do let it interrupt work, chores, real life tasks, etc. I'm guilty of that also, but if we try to remember, these posts will be here waiting for us, then we can get on with the laundry. An RSS feed with a Number / Date would help with that, too.
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I am the same way yet I must point out that the admin does a hella good job of gettig them up as fast as he does, I love the new dirt!!
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I'm here every day, the kids diapers are dirty, dishes are piling up in the sink, but dammit I'm here.
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I check this site a few times a day. I can't get enough of it.
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once a day will keep you up to date
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I often wonder how the world would be without me. Would my wife and kids be better? I am a good provider. I have insurance. I am on an emotional roller coaster every day. Work, I hate my boss. Home, I love my kids and wife. Mom and family, I rarely see them and make no effort to be a part of their lives. Wifes family, I love them and they are good people. Still, there are good and bad days. On the bad days I find it desperately hard to make it through. I get by by telling myself it will cycle through and be over soon. I never drank until now. I was a very good athlete once. I am told I am smart and charming. I think I am one paycheck away from being as smart as a load of rocks headed for the concrete factory. It hurts some days so much and I cannot burden my wife with this. I love my children so much that I tell them so nearly five times a day. I need help and I am not getting it. Sorry for the rant but I need to put this out there so that I will force myself to see that I feel this way.
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Me too. I'm addicted.
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I love this site, and I pray for new posts! :)
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