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Benji, Blanca and Bella participate in “Teambuilding” workshops at home! Floating together so closely helps them to accept each other. What are you going to do? Pick a fight and risk the float capsizing? Bella’s even nice when floating with the others!

We made a decision to adopt another pet when the time was right. Blanca likes to play but Bella is serious minded so she is not interested in menial activities such as playing with fellow dogs. Because of this, we felt it was a good idea to find a match for Blanca’s playful spirit!

Don’t get me wrong, I am not excited about creating more housework or dusting duties for myself…but to be able to give a sweet little dog a home – so be it.

There was a pet adoption event over a month ago, and I made the mistake of going to take a peak! I saw this little guy with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as if there was something wrong. Whatever the issue, I didn’t care. My heart had already chosen him.

As it would turn out, Benji was picked up after about 4 months of having been abandoned in an apartment complex parking lot. He was a ball of severely dirty and matted fur along with a broken jaw. The jaw was shattered into so many pieces, nothing could be done to save it, so they removed all of the bone fragments instead. He also tested positive for heartworms.

Due to the generosity of donations, the Texas Animal Society had the funds to spend $4000 on Benji’s recovery from the shattered jaw, to heart worm treatments. There was almost a month of waiting involved, but Benji finally came to his fur-ever home a week ago!

I learned that it does make more sense for people to donate to pet welfare organizations in their local areas because if everyone did that, their own neighborhood pets with housing problems could be taken care of.  That being said, there are places in foreign countries that do amazing work for animals as well so it is hard to decide who to help out with donations.

My other dog’s names are Bella and Blanca so I thought it was cool that Benji was already named, but also he was named after the dog of my favorite movie ever… Benji !

When I was a little girl, I declared that the Benji films were my favorite movies of all time and that one day I would have my own Benji!

So here we are…a home with 3 rescue pets. And finally, my own Benji!  The 3 of them combined equal 25 pounds so you would think it’s the same amount of work as having one 25 pound pet.  I assure you…it is not! I’ve got 3 personalities with expectations and needs and emotional support is needed in different ways for each individual.

Benji was needed by Blanca for friendship and watching them play as I’d hoped…is so rewarding! At night this past week, the dogs have been totally sleepy by 9pm from playing hard throughout the day. They dive-bomb each other and play tug of war with toys. It’ grueling work being a dog in this house.  Benji is so sweet and loving. He tries to kiss you but all you get is teeth because his tongue is hanging sideways since his jaw bone is missing on one side, he can’t control his mouth too much, but maybe over time. So he kisses with tooth nibbles while his tongue is flailing sideways out of his mouth!

When I say to people, to “adopt, don’t shop” it’s for this reason…breeder’s (not all) need to be more careful who they sell puppies to.  And pet stores? There’s no ownership requirements whatsoever.  Further, the first year of dog ownership is the worst in my opinion.  This is the part where proper communication and training make the difference between coming out of the first year with a pet with manners or a wild animal living in your house. If you have a person who isn’t intelligent enough to train their puppy, then they usually end up tied to a tree on a chain in the backyard or worse…they end up abandoned in the street only to end up at a shelter waiting for the needle of death.

All dogs do not make good pets. That is the beauty of a rescue group.  They weed out the ones that have a high likelihood of aggressive behavior or other issues, and they desperately try to match the good eggs with families. Sometimes the abuse and neglect is so harmful that the pet simply is too wild for home care.

A lot of people want a full blooded breed so they do not want a “used” animal.  There are rescue groups that rehome certain breeds.  There was an older woman who had gone through a divorce late in life, and she was renting my house.  She had mentioned wanting another designer dog as she once had, so I referred her to a rescue group for that particular breed.  She ended up flying to Los Angeles and back in one day to pick up her new dog!  The money she spent was 1/4th of what a new puppy would cost, and she got to avoid the dreaded puppy years.  The dog had been rescued because it was a perfect pet, but the owner was older and had to go to an assisted living facility, so had to surrender the dog.

There are so many creative ways to enhance your home life with pets but being wise is the key. Before embarking (get it?) on dog ownership, ask yourself the following:

  1.  Am I financially sound enough to properly take care of a pet?
  2. Is my current living situation stable?
  3. Do I realize that there is work involved with pet ownership?
  4. What are my plans for pet sitting if I travel?
  5. Do I have the mindset that I will take care of this pet forever? Through a move? A divorce? Until death do you part?

My little pets are my world.  They love me.  Of course…I am the food-meister so they must love me.  I am calm, quiet and a safe place.  They fill my home with love and fur balls. When I see little Benji happy and playing, it disturbs me that he had such a terrible past.  He lived homeless and abandoned in a low end apartment community parking lot with a broken jaw for 4 months before someone called for help.  It was amazing how he would have narrowly escaped death by needle – especially with the expensive medical needs he had.  That a dirty, broken ball of filth turned into a prince in his very own home…that’s priceless! Strays seem to make the greatest pets sometimes because they are so grateful.

Benji was being taken care of during his medical treatments, by a woman who I admire, but could never do what she does.  She currently fosters 11 dogs.  Most will never get taken into homes so she has to keep them so they can have a life. All I can do is give a home to a pet every so often but to foster wouldn’t be a fit because I work and 3 dogs is my absolute limit.  My fear is also that I would end up on the news with 40 dogs being taken from my home !

Hoping that Benji would be well received by Blanca was another key concern. Benji came over for a visit, and Blanca protected Benji from Bella (my insane chihuahua).  It took our breath away and we knew then that she like him! Benji is happy and learning the ropes here at home.  Blanca directs him a lot on certain things, such as taking turns when snacks are being passed out.  He didn’t initially get it that we smoothly wait for our turn… a friendly snap here or there showed him to wait until his name is called! My fluffy kitchen rug has turned into a Wrestlemania spot for the dogs.  Blanca comes with her new pink gorilla…basically begging Benji to play tug-o-war.  There are snacks, and wrestle sessions, there are pool floating “teambuilding” sessions with all three and there are naps and “movie nights” where we are all piled up in the bed.  I am not really concerned with how Bella (my Chihuahua) feels about Benji because she is mean o everyone!  She makes a crazy, mean, growly face when she’s irritated.  She bit me a few months ago as I tried to put her collar on her for a walk.  Fortunately, her bite is laughable because she has maybe two tiny teeth.  I adopted her for Jazzy about 10 years ago. Her primary function was to be a companion for sweet Jazzy.  Bella would lick on Jazzy’s coat and groom her as she got really old. Bella had previously been a breeder dog in a puppy mill so her people skills have always been lacking and we just sort of deal with it.  She had to wear a diaper for two years before she decided to be potty trained.  Now, she’s near perfect in that area because she cares enough to please me.  It’s weird with her because she desires love and attention but she gives off virtually no love.  Blanca thinks twice before sitting next to her.

I feel that legislation should be handed down, that Breeder’s and Pet Stores must be made to force them to take back any returns before the one year mark.  My reasoning is that they will choose the buyers much more carefully if they knew it mattered to their bottom line who they sold pets to.

We are not sure how old Benji is, but based on his immaturity and the way he plays, my guess would be one year old.  His vet thinks older. Who really cares…the point is that if something happened to him next week…he at least got a time of happy. Would I like to know what idiot hurt him and threw him out like garbage? Yes, but it would be dangerous for the fool because I have no mercy for a person with no compassion for a sweet little animal. Why is it so hard to get people to take an animal they no longer want to a shelter? Isn’t that the least we should expect? Initially, he is scared of all men, but in time he learns to trust.

This was my little story of Benji, the rescue.  He has moved in and fits in perfectly.  His life is a success story.  This is only one little pet. By adopting him, that was one less sold in a pet store. That was one less to die by needle and broken heart.  That was one less that was sold by a breeder.  There are millions more out there who need a chance.  I am so thankful for those who donated to the Texas Animal Society on Benji’s behalf. They saved a life.  Everyone can play a small part in animal population control. Mine is to give a home. Other’s may chose to donate or volunteer in their own district.

If you’ve adopted…please share your success story in the comments below! If you want help finding a new pet, please email me and I will try to do whatever I can to find the perfect pet for your home!

-Approximately 6.5 million companion animals enter U.S. animal shelters nationwide every year. Of those, approximately 3.3 million are dogs and 3.2 million are cats. We estimate that the number of dogs and cats entering U.S. shelters annually has declined from approximately 7.2 million in 2011. The biggest decline was in dogs (from 3.9 million to 3.3 million).
-Each year, approximately 1.5 million shelter animals are euthanized (670,000 dogs and 860,000 cats). The number of dogs and cats euthanized in U.S. shelters annually has declined from approximately 2.6 million in 2011. This decline can be partially explained by an increase in the percentage of animals adopted and an increase in the number of stray animals successfully returned to their owners.
-Approximately 3.2 million shelter animals are adopted each year (1.6 million dogs and 1.6 million cats).
About 710,000 animals who enter shelters as strays are returned to their owners. Of those, 620,000 are dogs and only 90,000 are cats.

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TOP TWELVE SHOTS of 2016

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This year was the best year of my entire life. We all go through those times where it seems as if absolutely nothing we do works out.  This year wasn’t that.  This year was fabulous! I mean…I quit working out every week and therefore gained 10 pounds…but other than that…evil was thwarted on every level so it ended up being an amazing year!

There was a trip to Paris with a sweet, kind-hearted man who is in love with me, a job that I enjoy, a precious new little fur baby who needed a loving home, and a purchase of a dream home which we are now in the middle of remodeling before we move in the first week of January!

Life is hard. It’s a mine field at times. One wrong move and you can blow yourself up. I can’t imagine what having two fabulous years in a row would be like…but I’m poised and ready for 2017. Despite what a bitter Michelle Obama said about America not having hope anymore because Hillary didn’t win, I’ve never heard of a First Lady saying such a petty, shitty thing about the future President and First Lady…but I do have hope.

For 2017, I will plow ahead, and try to be happy and do better in all aspects of my life.  I will eat less, save more, love better, learn new things, take more time for gardening, cooking and resting. I will not eat candy after my morning health shake. I will post more frequently on my site.  I will start a small business I’ve been working on all year. Oh gosh, I feel busy already, but life is a business and should be run as such if you want to succeed in things big and small.  There can’t be 3 hours a day wasted in front of the T.V.  I have realized that spare time is so hard to come by, that you almost have to plan out your free time…which defeats the purpose of free time.

There is a Saturday Night Live spoof on Ivanka Trump, in which Margot Robbie says, “Every day I schedule 20 minutes of fun.”  It was so funny because it seemed so true! You have to schedule your fun because time is so hard to come by.

I love my blog because it is everything that I love…and I am sticking with it another year! I am excited to share the new home remodel because I am doing exactly what I want. No beige tile for me! My soul craves marble, crystal , mirrors and gold, and so it shall be.  My dad said, “Only fancy people put in flooring like that.”  Exactly, I thought. Paris and Versailles are a decor influence on this latest project so it’s going to be fun sharing with everyone.

I still am a cosmetics mini-guru and I’m working on some things this year that will be fun. I hope to make more videos this year, that is super fun!

Here are some highlights from 2016 and I hope you come back for 2017! Thank you for coming!

-SDS

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DATING and The OPTION PERIOD

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In finance, the option period refers to a time frame in which the investor has a right to move forward with the transaction, however once the expiration date is reached, the option to move forward is over.  

Recently,  I responded to an email in which an old flame wanted to know “what happened to us? Things were great so why did it end?”  It had been years since we spoke because I would not answer his emails.  There was no point. But I’d gotten a new one, and finally felt removed enough to respond.  I’d kept it simple and explained that his option period had expired, so I moved on. 

 In that particular case,  after many years of friendship, I finally agreed to try and see how a romantic relationship would work, which was totally weird because we had been friends for so long.  I’d never realized how he’d felt and that he wanted more, (SIDEBAR:  THEY ALWAYS WANT MORE) and things happened that made me finally see that we should move forward…thus granting him an option period to see how it goes and if he would act according to the rules of my universe and seemed like the thing to do.  

 Ladies, this is the time frame in which he either chooses to respect the situation, you ,your feelings or else he tramQuotes-About-Relationships-Ending-And-Moving-On-8-311x300ples all over you and you close his option period down.  Goodbye. Peace out, bro. Good luck. You’re more grief than you’re worth. Bye, Felicia.

 I was blown away that he didn’t realize why I ran away and cut off all communication. (That’s what I do.)  I sort of feel that if you’re not going to respect me then you shouldn’t get to know me anymore.  I explained to him how he was granted an option period.  This was where he had the option to act right and respect the situation or risk letting the option period expire, and lose any future chance of moving forward.  In reality, I’d realized that he was still seeing a few different people and so I was done. That is an option period violation in a relationship.  I’d also become aware of some things he’d done to an ex of his, and it was a total turn off.  She was super sweet and crazy about him and he totally manipulated and hurt her.  

 He was shocked and didn’t realize that an option period was in effect on our relationship.  My bad.  I assume that men know this already.  If you do not get with the program, would you really think a relationship would continue? Unfortunately, women let men drag them around for years without commitment and creating constant stress and uncertainty so they really don’t realize that sometimes some of us do actually walk away.  I learned the hard way to not let anyone waste too much of my time, because I was married for 6 years to a person who was emotionally unwell and not a healthy person for me to be around.  If a relationship is hard on you emotionally and continues to challenge your mental health, then it’s best to leave.   The only thing I regret in life is that I’d wasted so much time trying to help a person who was not able to be well and have joy.  I didn’t find out the truth about his childhood issues until after being married, which of course effected his life deeply. And mine.  If I had known, I would have run.  The issues were so deep that my entire life was tainted.  (To all the friends that I ranted to daily during this time, thank you!)  I learned that I can not help and heal people of their emotional wounds and that they must do it on their own.  I surely don’t have time to burn with a person who won’t deal with their issues in an effort to move forward.

I literally was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress from the drama of this relationship. I had it for about a minute before I snapped out of it.  The worst part was that it’s not like I was ever deeply in love with the man.  (SIDEBAR: BEING IN LOVE IS DIFFERENT THINGS AND DEGREES TO DIFFERENT PEOPLE, HOWEVER ONCE YOU HAVE THE CRAZY OXYTOCIN-FILLED LOVE… YOU THEN REALIZE THAT YOU WERE JUST WASTING TIME BEFORE.) That’s a whole different topic though.

After the divorce, I sat in my house on a Sunday afternoon, and heard a knock at the door.  It was him. He came to apologize for everything.  Although it helped, you can’t get back the years you waste on a person who doesn’t value you.

 

 It is because of this instance, mainly that I suppose I developed an option period mentality.  Every single person I’ve ever been interested in, has come back. They all come back. They are all sorry. Regretful.  I try to be very open and honest about what I want, even in marriage so that I know that I have no regrets when I decide I’m done.   I bring this up now, because I found our email exchanges to be shocking.  I can’t believe he didn’t realize why I ended it, but also, it’s a common issue with friends and random females that I meet.  For some reason, conversations about men and relationships come up often and I always hear people talking about all their children they have with a boyfriend or simply that they’ve been dating a man for 3 to 7 years. Say what ?  Shoot.  If I’m dating a man for 3 years, believe me, I would also see anyone else that comes along I may fancy.  If you do not give me a commitment don’t expect one back.  Just sayin.  

I know plenty of females that struggled with terrible relationships for years and nothing ever really changed, and everyone looks back and wishes they had cut out earlier, myself included.  I’m not speaking about not getting along over finances or inadequate sex…I am talking about major, dealbreaker scenarios such as repeated cheating, gambling away the farm or abuse.

-SDS

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THE ASHLEY MADISON PROJECT

The Ashley Madison Project, dating online, married men dating site, ashleymadison.com, Luxor Living and Style, Top Houston blogs, blogger, Stephanie Sjoberg, hot men, men and relationships, marriage, cheating, why do married men cheatI was having lunch with my cousin, and we are the same age. Obviously, I’ve known him my entire life, so really neither of us has a filter at this point. We will literally discuss anything.

Our lunch time conversation revolved around his sex life, my sex life, (our sexual frequency numbers are a lot, lot higher than most…just sayin) other family and friends and their sex lives, marriages, problems …as well as politics, religion and all the other crap you’re not supposed to discuss with people.

Computer workings are pretty much his livelihood, so of course we discuss the perils of online dating and trolling through people’s trash online. Recently, a man had sent me a long love letter of sorts on LinkedIn.com of all places, and it was my cousin who made me aware that there is a sexual subculture in existence on about every mainstream site.  I was not aware of this.  Silly me, I’d thought Linkedin was strictly a professional networking site.  I’d later realized that my cousin was correct in his theory, because I’d seen a documentary on the topic of Sugardaddy.com, and it was stated that Linkedin was a good site for women seeking financially beneficial relationships to seek out certain types of men. Who knew?

My cousin and I can both do business in the street at will, so we’ve never been the type to need to go online to look for a date, playmate, wife, husband, partner, insignificant other, etc. He’s very good looking and I do ok for myself.   I can barely walk through the grocery store with out falling in love or meeting a freak from hell.  So I don’t need to go online to find problems. He has been married forever so he’s never really been in the market anyway for years, however he lives vicariously through the escapades of his friends.  I am the girlfriend that constantly preaches to my friends about the woes of dating men online, so they won’t even bring it up anymore because they all hate to hear me say I told ya so.  

I am a lover of psychology, and love to know what makes people tick.  I was married before (if you can call it a marriage) to a man with a lot of emotional baggage and issues with internet dating, phone sex and after years of researching these issues, I get totally freaked out by any man that is into computer relationships or online meetups.  People have a tendency to get addicted to the rush or the thrill and high of meeting a new prospect.  Because of this,  a man will meet a girl, begin dating and sleeping with her, because that’s the world we live in now…and she will be shocked when she discovers that he is still meeting others online behind her back.  They don’t get it.  It’s the rush they are addicted to sometimes. Girlfriend, you and your sex can’t fix that.

As we were lunching, my cousin mentioned to me, the ashleymadison.com site for married people who want to remain married, but just want to screw other people. (His terms.) He claimed that if I got online, that it would be a full time job just filtering through the requests and emails from the married or attached men in our zip code alone.   I immediately decided that this would be a perfect blog post.

I told my husband about my idea for a blog post on the Ashley Madison site later that week. Fortunately, I am not married to a man that trolls around on the internet and it freaks him out (unlike the last person I was married to) so he agreed to let me set up a profile. Out of problems that we may have, sex certainly is not one, and he knows my strong dislike for internet shenanigans.  He is relatively sure that I’m not tempted to go meet one of these men for random sex, supports my blog, so he was ok with it.  He knows me.  I could be bad all day long if I want, I don’t need the internet for that.

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Within less than 24 hours, I’d had over 300 attempts from men to communicate in my area of town. I’d used a photo with my face partially blocked out.  However, if I like you, I can let you into my private key area, in which my face was fully visible.  I let a couple of the men see me so they would trust who I was and that I was real.  As I forced myself to thumb through the photos and emails…I’d only come across two out of the 300 that I would be remotely interested in.  I overlooked the photos and emails from men who took bathroom selfies of what they thought was a highly marketable six pack.  There was even a naked penis or two, which, while we are on the topic…this is not a turn on.  My friends and I were recently discussing our perspective on the male anatomy, and basically…it’s better left to the imagination. A good arm and chest area is visually pleasing, but please…no penis shots. Ugh. We don’t like it.

Both men were in their 50’s, and super hot, however both were married and the sexual desires listed were far above my pay grade.  I don’t want to tie you up, role play, beat you, let you rough me up or promise to not get emotionally involved.  Further, I probably do not meet the physical requirements of really long hair, petite, muscular build, mid 20’s, blah blah blah.

Additionally, because my membership was free…the system automatically emailed men on my behalf, which engaged me with people I’d had no interest in chatting with in the first place.

I did end up chatting briefly and exchanging emails with my two acceptable, older men.  One, with an amazing 6’4 physical presence,  ended up giving me his email which contained his real name.  How do I know? Because anyone who knows me knows that I am a total psycho and I investigate anyone and everyone. Of course, there his photo was on LinkedIn.com and he was an extremely successful man, working for a great company, with a fabulous paycheck and amazing new home. I know this because I Googled his address.  I wanted a clear perspective of who he was in reality.   In his photos from the site, he’s initially struck me as a sex crazed, unemployed, older gym rat so I was shocked to see that professionally, he had it together. He was dressed up as a super hot Viking, for whatever reason. I kinda dig vikings. I guess he thought he was a viking fantasy of sorts.  Imagine my surprise to find out his professional life rocked. He fit the bill of what I would want a man to be if I were in the market, and ran into him at church or at the grocery store.

We chat, but I didn’t tell him I was writing an article about the site, however did mention that I was currently happy in my life and wasn’t looking for meaningless, empty sex.  I explained that I was simply curious.   If you knew me at all, you know that I got up on my soap box and…well…here’s one of our exchanges;

HIM:

Chemistry and connection are a funny thing. Either it works or it doesn’t. Sometimes I believe people are just so looking for it, they think they found it and it falls a part when a little time passes. One reason I am so determined not to look for or want it. If it happens for me it will be real. I’ve been married twice. First time I got married too young. We stayed together 9 years. Second marriage was 17 years. Long story but we tried swinging and it ultimately destroyed our relationship.

ME:

And as far as swinging goes…I can cheat all on my own, I would never allow my mate to be a part of that. I would hope my spouse would love me so much that he would rather die than see me with another man. sex is a way to connect and show love. it’s not a sport. i am sure you notice that when it’s a person who you do not care about, you have a depressing, empty feeling after wards. Sexually speaking, we have zero issues, I’ve trained him well.  He doesn’t cheat. He’s in love. So truly, I came on here NOT LOOKING FOR ANYTHING, but I love psychology and relationship type stuff is interesting so I was very interested that out of my 300 letters in 24 hours….that there was a normal-ish person or two on here. I have no bags, so I would just leave if I decided I needed to in the future.  I see on here, that a lot of men are trapped financially and emotionally in their lives.  I couldn’t live with myself sleeping with two different people and having to lie all the time. My gut tells me that you have not loved. Sex is not a game. No charge for my thoughts! LOL

 

Another chat with a different suitor went like this;

Casualhero69:Would also love to see those eyes…
MissLuxor:sorry i was on the phone. Sorry, my eyes are blocked from my profile picture! Privacy of course!
Casualhero69:No problem I understand
MissLuxor:do you meet a lot of good ladies on here?
Casualhero69:No I have not meet any…lol
Casualhero69:Very picky.
Casualhero69:But your really peaked my interest
MissLuxor:well i was just curious to see who is on here. i am married and happy sexually
Casualhero69:I have chatted with a few nice ladies but never meet any.
Casualhero69:That is what interested me
MissLuxor:So sex is not really an issue. Beleive me…i was unhappily married before…so i understand
MissLuxor:What is your deal? Your scenario?
Casualhero69:I am married and happy with my marriage. I guess I am just looking for a friend outside of my marriage that is just mine and also happens to enjoy playing from time to time. That’s putting it simple
MissLuxor:I get it
Casualhero69:So tell me more about why you are here. What made you curious.
MissLuxor:Oh. well good luck to you. But its probably best to go to sugar daddy and just pay for fun! lol
MissLuxor:I cant imagine too many women would be down with this set up
Casualhero69:You are right. And if they are there are way to many men.
MissLuxor:lol TOO MANY! true!
Casualhero69:So are you not interested in chatting? Just trying to figure you out a bit if that is possible. Lol
…………………………and the director yelled “CUT!”

There is more to my little brief Ashley Madison connections, but you get the jest.  For a brief few hours, I’d had a relationship of sorts, with this man or that.  We shared our perspectives on marriage, sex, work life and balance.  They each became more normal to me as we emailed back and forth. They typically changed their tune a bit, about initially not wanting a relationship.  Everyone actually wants a relationship…just not with you! (So when a man says this, FYI…that’s what he actually means.)

What I took away from the few conversations I’d had with the men of Ashley Madison, and the profiles that I had read, there was one common denominator.  Men are lonely.  Sex is being used to fill a void and fulfill a person who is empty and desires a connection with another human being. They want to be listened to, touched, wanted. They might think they want crazy sex only…but the bottom line is always the same.

Too many times, I’ve heard the story of wealthy married men who invite a girl to travel with them for the weekend for companionship, while on a work week or weekend. The wife is home, content to let him live his life of travel alone, as long as the paychecks keep flowing in and her shopping can continue.  The men don’t always want or expect sex during the trip with the companion, because it is mainly  the loneliness they are trying to squash.

As for the Ashley Madison site, the men say the ladies online are mostly nothing they’d be interested in anyway, but that a hookup does happen here or there.  It’s thinly veiled, but each man is actually looking for a relationship.  They are trying to define the boundaries beforehand, but you never know what will happen when emotions get involved. One man admitted that his last two side chicks from online each lasted for 2 years.  I was supposed to be impressed and hopeful that I could be one of those 2 year side chicks.

It appears that the primary reason men use the Ashley Madison site, is to insure that they meet a woman that will not get attached and blow up the man’s life. The thinking is that if everyone has something to lose, then the odds of discretion are favorable.

I found that the men feel trapped and ignored in their marriages. This seems to be more so in the cases in which the woman doesn’t work. It appears that the initial expectation in these marriages, would be that there would be more spare time together and a better home life.  Instead, the wife involves herself in other things and the husband’s life is spent alone and on auto pilot. He feels like a paycheck. Unappreciated. Unheard.  There is literally zero connection and they do not feel appreciated.  Every single man on the planet wants to be heard, get close, be made to feel sexy, wanted and valued.

As the exchanges of emails continues, it becomes more and more clear, that sex is just the cover.  The men online are seeking friendship and desire…which is supposed to be a marriage relationship but I only know one man who has been married for 20 years that still has that in his relationship.  Every other man I know is deeply lonely.

If I was single again tomorrow, I will never be an online seeker of love, romance, sex…anything.  I’m old school. A random meet by chance is my preferred method.  That being said, I am glad I went online to investigate the whole ashleymadison.com thing, because I did learn something and I have a better understanding of men now more than ever.  It confirmed my recent discovery about married men.  The largest percentage of married men who cheat have a deep sense of loneliness. Yes, there’s sexual deviants, perverts and freaks but I am speaking of the generally well adjusted married man next door. Lonely.  Do I wish that every woman in my zip code would get online and troll around to see if her husband is playing around? Yes, but that’s the bitch in me. I do, though, feel a little sorry for all of the lonely men out there though and since I’ve been in a really crappy relationship before, I understand…a little.  The sex was terrible. When I tried to discuss it with him, he was so disconnected, he really didn’t care. Understand. Some people are just emotionally disconnected from previous incidents that may have occurred in their lives so speaking to them is like talking to the wall. In my case, I kept thinking it would get better, so next thing you know, you wake up and it’s 6 years later.  So I understand that sometimes, there is just nothing to work with at home.  The difference is that I am a fan of packing and leaving and men with entanglements and sucklings prefer to stick it out for financial reasons and play on the side.  It’s inconvenient to divorce, cut everything down the middle and break hearts.

When you break it down, there were already a ton of married men on dating web sites…so this site is really not too different other than the aspect of the men describing the sexual encounters they are hoping for and being a little more open about the fact that they are attached.  Shoot.  If you want to tie up a barbie person, role play, have no expectations and have discretion…I’m thinking you’re going to have to pay for that.  That’s what all the men I chatted with said…it’s very slim pickins as far as the ladies go on Ashley Madison.  If you’re hot and have any street value at all…a married man with home life drama is not looking like such a great opportunity.  Good luck to you fellas, if you’re on Ashley Madison.  The top of the line, Malibu Barbie with a super high sex drive you seek…won’t be interested in you and your personal drama.  Just sayin.

A turn off for me with the Ashley Madison site….well, one of the turn offs…was that I just tried to delete my profile and now they want $20 bucks just to allow me to delete myself.  Oh well, pretty sure they will delete me once they read my tiny little blog post.

-SDS

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HELLO. MY NAME IS MRS. SJOBERG

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When I was about 13, my parents became divorced.  That was a good thing.  Parents always use the, “I stayed for the kids” routine, but believe me…if you’re raising your children in a dysfunctional household in which there are late nights full of screaming matches (and to be fair, it was only my mother doing the screaming)  then someone should go ahead a pack a bag.  You’re doing more harm than good.

So in our case, it was best. Dad bought a house about 3 miles away, and life went forward.

Eventually, my father – who was young and extremely well off financially, married a total freaking hooker from hell. (Just keeping it real.)  She was always causing problems and telling lies as she constantly manipulated.  At one point, she asked me why my mother still used my dad’s last name.  It was a rude and insulting question.  She wanted to be the only Mrs. “Rich Man’s Wife” in the universe, however, unfortunately, my mother had two children and my mom wanted to keep her last name…especially after having it for 17 years and bearing children who shared the last name.

The woman was such a troll, that I rebelled, and changed my last name to my middle name. Stephanie Dawn became my name.  I was rebelling against being associated with all of the insanity that came with the troll’s presence.  (At one point, she informed me that the life insurance from my father was going to be split between my brother, myself, AND HER 6 YEAR OLD SON FROM ANOTHER MARRIAGE, after only being married about 2 years.) I told my dad this, and he was shocked.  The insurance policy was for $6 million before she ever came into the picture, but it was divided between myself, my brother and my mother. She was all about the money and worried about who would get what. The funny thing was, how odd to constantly be daydreaming about an insurance policy? Hmmm.  The joke was on her though, because in the end, through a series of events, there was NO money. No business, no insurance policy. Of course, she left shortly after it became clear that the money was gone forever. She didn’t sign up for that.

The dysfunction of having two women with the same last name, one a troll, the other a screaming, pissed ex wife… totally turned me off about the name game.

For years, I was Stephanie Dawn. My father jokingly referred to it as my stage name.  I was pretty vocal about the decision to rise above the dysfunction and lift myself out of the abyss by trying to disassociate myself and not use my family name.

Then, I made the fabulous decision to get married at 21.  I changed my last name, as all young ladies dream of.  After a pretty ridiculous 12 year relationship, I left. I didn’t want a relationship, I’s wanted love. 

Still very intelligent, I married again, about one year later to a man/boy with a host of serious emotional problems that I didn’t uncover until after we were married. Ugh. Yes, I changed my last name immediately after getting married.   It lasted for 6 grueling years, which totally sucks because I should have left after the first 6 months. I just kept thinking I could help heal this person. While I wasn’t beat or anything, it was a very unhealthy relationship and I regret the entire ordeal. Remember this…most of the time, people will pull you down as you attempt to pull them up.

In an attempt to keep my world together through a divorce, I kept his last name.  At the time, I felt I didn’t want to change it and have to go through the social security card, driver’s license, banking, job, and everything-else-you-have-to change scenario of being a divorced person.  About 8 months after the divorce debacle ended, I decided to go have my name legally changed back to Stephanie Dawn, the name I crowned myself as a teen.  It occurred to me that I was hanging on to my last name, as a way to appear as if I was ok. That I wasn’t broken by the whole crappy experience.  I eventually realized I needed a fresh start from an emotional perspective. I’d uncovered some severe family issues from his tree, and his family quit speaking to me, which was hurtful.  They knew everything he did to me, but didn’t remain friendly. I realized I needed his family name removed. I didn’t go back to my family name either. I’d wanted no family assigned demons to find me that were assigned to my family tree, no crappy ex husband’s family demons on me either….just my own person.  My middle name was turned back into my last name, and that was it. Of course, I had to go to court, and prove I was not changing my name due to some illegal criminal past…but the judge let me change it…and I was reborn into Stephanie Dawn.

I kind of developed a coldness about the ownership issues I had with giving myself to a man that wasn’t worth it. Letting him put his name tag on me.  I felt they didn’t deserve for me to carry their names and although I knew I’d be married again…I wasn’t sure if I’d ever want to take a man’s name again.  Ugh. Just the thought of all that paperwork. More than that, would I end up regretting it as in the past?

Then, you fall in love.  I mean, real  love.  In my opinion, I can best describe real love, as when two people love each other equally, in every way.  After finding real love, you realize anything before might have been you loving someone, but perhaps they were not able to give back because they were not whole or damaged.

This time, when Ken and I became engaged, I had a real estate business in my name, so I decided to wait a while to legally change my name after marriage. I didn’t want to have to change tons of paperwork. Not only that, deep down I did want to wait a little to see how it went!   A while, turned into 4 years.

Too many times we would travel, and I was proud that we were married, but as airport workers check your documents, it appeared as if I was just Ken’s hoochie mama side chick.

For a man to marry a woman, is a sign of respect. For a woman to take his name and wear it proudly is also a sign of respect.  And then there is the union itself, and respecting that.

I also wanted to take his last name, for him. Men love that!  It’s found to be a little insulting, and honestly it’s as if you’re not all in, or are possibly expecting the worst.

The social security worker who did my paperwork, wondered why I took so long to change the documents, I laughed and told her, “Well, I had to be sure it was gonna take,”  which was my standard answer for everyone who ever asked why I had not legally changed it yet.  It was funny, yet true.

Coach Ken is so happy and proud and we feel a little closer than before. I did it to honor him and he treats me like a wife, we are a team, and he lets me be who I am.  We still fight over other things that he is constantly wrong about, but slowly I’m getting him trained!  I got my new license and Social Security card in the mail this week and it’s official!mrssjoberg

As for my dad…he still jokes about not having a daughter and the daughter that has no inheritance since she rejected the family name, and then we laugh.  There is no inheritance, family name or not, he just likes to torture.  Then I have to tell him that if he hadn’t married a troll, I wouldn’t have had to reject the name, and on and on.  It’s a big joke.

I am now officially Mrs. Stephanie Sjoberg.  I am letting go of the past and not letting others ruin my perspective on something that should be fun and romantic.

 

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VALENTINE’S DAY THOUGHTS

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Happy Valentine’s Day!  Or not.  I have such an issue with Valentine’s Day, because it has been twisted into a thing that is exclusive to people in love and therefore leans towards the exclusion of those who are currently alone.  It’s hurtful to many. I know, because I have been alone.

I remember being in high school, and it seemed absolutely everyone but me had tons of Valentines from friends and admirers. Ugh.  I never had one. Not one.  It was hurtful.

Actually, I would come home, and my mom would have tons of gifts and goodies spread out for me all over the table…so for years, she was my valentine.

Actually, in South America…my sister in law informs me that Valentine’s Day is to show love for friends…older ladies who are alone, girlfriends, etc.  She actually has a party every year to show love for her friends, with this in mind.  She is a fabulous party giver, and this year’s gathering was smaller than usual, but it was a blast being able to sit around and discuss girly things with her friends.  Her party is always Valentine themed, with pink everywhere, gifts for attendees…etc.  This year’s gift was a a flashy candle. Just a  token of friendship.

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So with that, I want to wish everyone who is alone, recently alone, alone for  a damn long time…whatever the state of aloneness might be….Happy Valentine’s Day.  You are loved.

You are loved by Father God. You are loved by someone that possibly you have not met yet.  OR you were loved by someone who has left this earth.  Everyone has their story.  I choose to focus on being kind and especially sensitive to those who are alone at this time.  It’s so hard because it appears as if everyone else’s life is perfect and full, except for yours.

Sometimes people are married, or in long term situations, but they are still alone emotionally.  All that glitters isn’t gold, and alone can be many things.

So if you are alone, I am thinking of you.  If everyone could think of two people they know who are not currently in a relationship,  and reach out and surprise them with a small, thoughtful token, it would mean so much. That’s what I try to do every year, as my mom did for me when I was younger. Valentine’s Day should not be a yearly day of sadness for some, so especially if you are Valentineless….adjust your focus onto who you could treat special this week.

…love one another! (…and yes, I know that aloneness and Valentineless are not real words)

 

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