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	<title>Comments on: Life with Don</title>
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		<title>By: Dorie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dorie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2008 09:35:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t have an exit plan either when I was with my parents. And I think that might have been part of the problem - there was no end in sight. This is time, the exit plan has helped B and I keep our eye on the prize.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t have an exit plan either when I was with my parents. And I think that might have been part of the problem &#8211; there was no end in sight. This is time, the exit plan has helped B and I keep our eye on the prize.</p>
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		<title>By: Monica</title>
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		<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 02:48:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I was a boomerang child too. Except I didn&#039;t have a husband, just depression, lol. I was recovering from a hellacious year of teaching and I needed to be loved for a while...

3 years later, ha! I finally moved out, and into my own place. 

I didn&#039;t have an exit plan. Basically, I met someone I wanted to spend some time with and I didn&#039;t want my mom to know about her. 

Had my own place in 2 weeks.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was a boomerang child too. Except I didn&#8217;t have a husband, just depression, lol. I was recovering from a hellacious year of teaching and I needed to be loved for a while&#8230;</p>
<p>3 years later, ha! I finally moved out, and into my own place. </p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t have an exit plan. Basically, I met someone I wanted to spend some time with and I didn&#8217;t want my mom to know about her. </p>
<p>Had my own place in 2 weeks.</p>
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