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Personal Assistant
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(406) 560-6144
To include pet care as needed (outside doggy-do clean-up)
Skills: Management training, law enforcement, EMT, lab technician, veterinary technician, writing and editing, 10-year operation of sole proprietorship residential and small office cleaning service, observation and evaluation, conflict resolution (the greatest challenges as a single parent), communication..
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*Flexibility to aid with your needs and comfort as you return home
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Author: Romance Stew ----- on Amazon.com
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"Don't be afraid and turn up the volume!”
Enjoy A Romance Dot Com Excerpt of Romance Stew
Romance Stew shows the woman I was before I boarded the barreling freight train of life with a narcissistic spouse. (I feel the music behind this segment of story should be from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy's movie format, "So long, so long...and thanks for all the fish! which captures the sense of humor) This has been my personal journey of choice using reality therapy. It proved an amazingly swift roller coaster of emotional turmoil. As an optimist and fairly bright gal, my attempt in the last chapters describing my marriage and the menagerie of distressed family members along for the ride was to take the high road, and yet I seemed unable to evaluate that my questions of what I wanted in this reality of marriage could not mesh with those of my partner. Only after much time had passed did I believe the category to have been narcissism. He presented so very well.
At 54, I jumped at the chance for perhaps one last shot at romance with all the accoutrements. Even though there resulted in what felt like earth-shaking anguish, I have become a stronger person...different in so many ways. Now, after close to a year of time away from the madness, I wish them all well and success. Most especially during the year of recovery, I regained a trust in the All-That-Is and my own place in this vast human experiment. But, for others on a similar path, I have added this bit to let you know that you are not alone. Many of us who have tread this way before you have felt frightened, angry, and afraid. Our equation regarding life and its appearance didn't fall into our experiential history and the methods we used to attempt to correct our behavior and the outcome failed to manifest that desired "Now." You will survive. I say this to you with great warmth; you will be amazed at the "you" that you are.
As Paul Harvey used to say, "The~~ Rest of the Story..."
| "I love acting, it is so much more |
real than life." ~ Oscar Wilde
From The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:
The Book: [about the Point of View Gun] The Point of View gun conveniently does precisely what its name suggests. That is if you point it at someone and pull the trigger, they instantly see things from your point of view. It was designed by Deep Thought, but commissioned by a consortium of intergalactic angry housewives, who after countless arguments with their husbands were sick to the teeth of ending those arguments with the phrase "You just don't get it, do you?"
My Story: Choosing to write about my varied and colorfully dramatic forays into romance, I hoped to leave tidbits of wisdom for my daughters. Wisdom? Knowledge about my frailties, hopes, dreams, love of life, and that oh-so irresistible element called romance. The sage in me hopes that others will see that it is more than acceptable to fall down, bloody ones knees, and rise again.
This time of my life, after marriage to a narcissist, had been a trek through the bowels of the Twilight Zone. I found myself in an alien land - the wife of a man who later presented as bipolar, his invalid mother with Asperger's Syndrome, and a bipolar and alcoholic adult son. I was ill prepared in my enthusiastic dash for one final chance to have love with all the trimmings. The close dynamics in which I became enmeshed along with my spouse left me feeling as though I were drowning in a black hole of unrelenting need.
Letting all my financial holdings be liquidated, always with the promise of "we have the rest of our lives to make this up," I was left out-in-the-cold when I refused the final beseiging to sell my tiny house. The world of narcissism left me exhausted and frightened - there was no empathy for me as a being. I was only a tool to be used. Suffering relationship Stockholm Syndrome, I was cut from the clan as coldly and precisely as if it were a surgical incision. I was no longer valuable to these people.
It was a long journey back to find myself. The strange morals of the group always left me feeling out-of-focus. There are many of us survivors and we are taking steps to reclaim our lives.



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