I cannot for the life of me get a good positive groove back.
I am obsessed with nit picking and obsessing on the negative.
I am pretty sure I am in the middle of destructing my relationship with J. I have been cold, passive aggressive, frustrated. Continue reading “Blegh.”
This Means for me, Country. It’s like they write songs that make you want tear your heart out of your chest, put it in a blender and then lay on the floor while you writhe in pain.
Curiosity got me this morning. I saw this one pop up. Recommended on YouTube. (Thanks YouTube) Better Man – Little Big Town. Continue reading “Avoid Music That Makes Your Chest Tight.”
I don’t know if I am doing any harm or good by going this path. But it’s a part of my story.
So this is how I met my Ex. And how it all started.
I knew him in high school. He was a year younger than me. My senior year (his junior) we had a class together. Public Speaking.
I was the cool, goof off senior who was more than happy to exude my confidence in front of the underclassman that I was getting out of this place. I was going to college (community…ha.) And I was going places. While they are stuck. Kids. In school.
He was quiet. Continue reading “The Imagination.”
Even when I have everything going for me. I still feel the dark cloud over me. Sometimes it’s seeing a … Continue reading Doom n gloom
Today I am crying because: Christmas is coming. It’s July. JULY. And I’m all over here like:
“Wahhhh” Sobbing at my desk at work. Festering and dwelling. Telling the guys in the back as they walk by “Wow my allergies are awful today” ::insert phony laugh:: Yeah… They are not buying that I am sure.
Why? Because these “Christmas in July” sales are getting me thinking about December. And Christmas will be here and I am NOT. NOT NOT NOT NOT. Not at all mentally prepared for the shared custody at Christmas this year. Continue reading “TICB: Christmas”
It’s killing me.
I am so happy to watch my little man look at the tree and the lights with wonder in his eyes. He loves all the commotion and excitement. He sees Santa and says “HO HO HO”. When I drive by lights in trees, he says “Hi tree! Bye tree!” and he is completely enamored with the fact that the bulbs on the tree look like balls.
But it’s me and him. No partner to share it with. We got a little tree for my bedroom and at the tree farm the families laughing and having fun nearly brought me to my knees. Continue reading “This Christmas.”