The Girl Child’s new window finally went in!! When they were taking it out they showed me the spot where the BB bullet had hit the window. Can you see the big bowed crack? I kept waiting for the glass to fall out because when the wind would blow, the two broken halves would flex
**Ok, little disclaimer here, not sure why, but one glass of wine has made me a little bit fuzzy brained tonight…probably because it’s 9:02pm and I haven’t eaten since like 11am, but still that’s really unlike me. Anyways… forgive my spelling and grammar errors as I quickly wrote this post this morning figuring I would
*Warning, there is a lot of swearing in this post* Please also note, my children were at daycare. Thought that was important to throw in there…. I flipped out yesterday. No, I didn’t just flip out, I FLIPPED THE FUCK OUT. I can honestly say that I have never felt so angry in my entire life.
Ok, so, this post has been a little hard for me to write. I love this blog, I love that survivors are coming together in the comments section, I love that people are feeling comfortable sharing their stories, and I love that the stigma of abuse survivor shame is finally being broken. Coming on here
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
