http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/ Sun, 29 Jan 2012 03:48:13 -0500 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/comment-page-1/#comment-56476 Who knew I was so good at lying? | hola, isabel Tue, 06 Oct 2009 15:21:58 +0000 http://holaisabel.com/blog/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/#comment-56476 [...] surprised at how many people thought that the first one was true. You know the one where I said my first husband was too broke to afford an engagement ring for me. So I bought my own ring. I guess he’s [...] [...] surprised at how many people thought that the first one was true. You know the one where I said my first husband was too broke to afford an engagement ring for me. So I bought my own ring. I guess he’s [...]

]]> http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/comment-page-1/#comment-55140 In which I get a new wedding ring | hola, isabel Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:43:11 +0000 http://holaisabel.com/blog/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/#comment-55140 [...] which I get a new wedding ringAugust 28th, 2009 @ 7:01 am My first husband and I had this fun thing where we wouldn’t wear our weddings rings when we weren’t [...] [...] which I get a new wedding ringAugust 28th, 2009 @ 7:01 am My first husband and I had this fun thing where we wouldn’t wear our weddings rings when we weren’t [...]

]]> http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/comment-page-1/#comment-42905 In which I try to fix the present by rehashing the past | hola, isabel Thu, 19 Feb 2009 18:14:49 +0000 http://holaisabel.com/blog/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/#comment-42905 [...] which I try to fix the present by rehashing the pastFebruary 19th, 2009 @ 7:01 am I was 22 when my first husband and I got married.  I didn’t know anything about life, let alone relationships and [...] [...] which I try to fix the present by rehashing the pastFebruary 19th, 2009 @ 7:01 am I was 22 when my first husband and I got married.  I didn’t know anything about life, let alone relationships and [...]

]]> http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/comment-page-1/#comment-23097 In which my mom thinks I’m a Slutty McSlutterson | hola, isabel Fri, 11 Jul 2008 16:16:16 +0000 http://holaisabel.com/blog/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/#comment-23097 [...] Eventually I got older and wiser and stopped making out so much with random dudes. And I got married. I was now an adult and could have real live adult conversations with other adults. Like my mom. [...] [...] Eventually I got older and wiser and stopped making out so much with random dudes. And I got married. I was now an adult and could have real live adult conversations with other adults. Like my mom. [...]

]]> http://www.holaisabel.com/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/comment-page-1/#comment-22716 In which I’m not really comfortable with my mom seeing me neeked | hola, isabel Tue, 01 Jul 2008 16:06:56 +0000 http://holaisabel.com/blog/2007/02/01/in-which-i-finally-talk-about-my-exhusband/#comment-22716 [...] Comparison viagra cialis levitra Buy xanax online without a prescription Blindness viagra In which I’m not really comfortable with my mom seeing me neekedJuly 1st, 2008 @ 7:01 am My first husband and I never spoke of pooping. Ever. Not only did we neverdiscuss this topic, we never actually pooped while they other person was in a 10 mile radius. Give or take a few miles. This tended to make things uncomfortable. [...] [...] Comparison viagra cialis levitra Buy xanax online without a prescription Blindness viagra In which I’m not really comfortable with my mom seeing me neekedJuly 1st, 2008 @ 7:01 am My first husband and I never spoke of pooping. Ever. Not only did we neverdiscuss this topic, we never actually pooped while they other person was in a 10 mile radius. Give or take a few miles. This tended to make things uncomfortable. [...]

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