a life in perfect balance

rebecca chapman  - relationship whisperer

Welcome to my Blog

Hey there to you. Welcome to my Margarita-style blog.  We like it salty and sweet here.  Salty language but with sweet truths. Cannot wait to hear if you have any topics you'd like me to cover or even your comments.  Let's do this

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I like it salty and sweet

Apologize

We don’t eat takeaway food a lot.  I could pretend I am all holier than thou and “clean eating” or whatever trend is happening now.  BUT – my man doesn’t like it – or doesn’t like paying for it – or prefers my cooking – something like that.   So I always feel a bit […]

How to Apologize Like You Don’t Actually Mean a Word of It.

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couple fight blame

  There’s a whole different set of clients that I often see quite often.  Not Jack & Diane from yesterday.   More Mortal Kombat.  God, I loved that game.  I think my computer game addiction began right back in the 90s with the Nintendo, Mortal Kombat and Sonic.  Not so much Atari – that was boring as […]

Do You Fight Like Judge Judy or Mortal Kombat?

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job loss marriage

  Firstly, thanks for all your answers yesterday.  I’ll start writing some emails that are about the things you mentioned.I love feeling like I have a “real” purpose. And that’s writing emails you’re interested in.On that note – let’s talk about having a “real” purpose.It’s something that’s been slapping a lot of people in the […]

The Dreaded Pink Slip Arrived.

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Marriages

I adore music.  I cannot imagine a life without music.  Life is Music.Life is food too – but Life is music.I basically have a soundtrack for every single part of my life.My first 8 years were gospel music and hymns.  Let me loudly scream the disclaimer that this was not of my doing.But – if […]

Every Moment Of My Life Has Had A …..

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"icks"

Things I fell in love with:The way he breathed.  The way he ate.  The noise he made when he slept.  His smell.  His voice.  His feet.  His hands.  His hair.  His clothes.  HIs car.  His job.  His taste in music.  9 years, 3 kids, one marriage pass byThings that made me go “ick”The way he breathed.  The way he ate.  The noise he made when he slept.  His smell.  His voice.  His […]

Hit me with your Marriage “icks” . Hit me slowly. Hit me Quick.

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