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"After years of faithful service, love and dedication, I was told I wasn&amp;#039;t wanted anymore. I was dumped. I was no longer needed. And man, it stung. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s not you,&amp;quot; I was promised. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s just... with this economy... I can&amp;#039;t give you the support that you really deserve.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m happy in this relationship,&amp;quot; I whined. &amp;quot;I thought I made a difference.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You did,&amp;quot; he continued. &amp;quot;And I know that someone out there will appreciate your unique gifts. But right now, this is not the place for you.&amp;quot; Man, being fired blows. Yes, last week, I was given ye-old heave ho from a writing gig I had been with for over two years. I wasn&amp;#039;t the only one to be let go. Business is down and, like last night&amp;#039;s American Idol, no matter how awesome the singers are, they had to narrow it down to nine. Like a scorned lover, I was at first royally irked. &amp;quot;What&amp;#039;s wrong with me!? I&amp;#039;m just as good! I get the comments! I get the fan emails!&amp;quot; Then I complained to a million girlfriends. And I got the same million responses. &amp;quot;Who needs BabyCenter! It&amp;#039;s a sign to move on to new opportunities!&amp;quot; Then I whined in my blog. And I got a myriad of answers from &amp;quot;Write that pilot you&amp;#039;ve been putting off&amp;quot; to &amp;quot;Screw &amp;#039;em all!&amp;quot; But, like a child whose puppy got smushed by truck and can&amp;#039;t understand why it&amp;#039;s not coming home, I was not 100% satisfied with my supporters&amp;#039; rah-rah speeches. My head knew it wasn&amp;#039;t a big deal, but my ego was bruised. Luckily, Rex came home from Chicago and was only too willing to hear my sob story. Me: &amp;quot;...And then they said... and then I said... and I know it&amp;#039;s for the best... but can you believe... and sure I can find something else... and I know I still have Good Housekeeping... but why oh why oh WHY OH WHY AND...&amp;quot; Rex: &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t need that job, Love. You are where you need to be at Good Housekeeping. You are where you need to be with us. You&amp;#039;re an amazing person and even better writer and this is just going to be a blip on the radar in your long career.&amp;quot; Me: &amp;quot;..........&amp;quot; That means silence. For once, I was speechless. What else could I say? I suddenly felt better. It was then I realized how much my husband, not any outside circumstances, really fills me up. Sure, he sometimes irritates the hell out of me, but in that moment, he was a GOD. He was my HERO. He was my TRUTH. He was MY MAN. And, thanks to fifteen seconds of ego stroking, something else got stroked for much much longer. And although I probably couldn&amp;#039;t write about that at BabyCenter, I can certainly write about it here at Good Housekeeping. &amp;#039;Cause it&amp;#039;s a SEX COLUMN! And I&amp;#039;m where I need to be! And everyone, thank you so much for letting me be me. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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