May 23, 2013
I have a new numerical identity; a new cell phone number signifying my new location (after moving 5 years ago) and my new independence as the sole responsible person for the account. Yes, those are big enough changes to warrant a new number. Hell, I should have a new name and a tatoo across my forehead that says "congratulate me on my sane status." I remember my first cell phone and the discovery that it became an electric leash to my controlling husband. I'm so grateful for my new development of courage and ability to disregard the displeasure of others.