I think I finally feel better today. It still hurts, but at least it’s no longer that constant ache in my chest that causes me to tear up the moment my brain is not fully occupied by other more immediate thoughts. It’s funny that while they say the way to a man’s heart is through
Browsing tag: Struggles
Well this isn’t a post that I wanted to write so forgive my grammar, I’m writing during an ugly cry. As I was writing the last post, the one about the philosophy guy, it really got me thinking that wow, he looks amazing, so why am I struggling so much in wanting to fully commit
We were on our way to another state to visit some friends of hers when it happened. The next thing I knew we were pulled over on the highway, the car parked up against a concrete barrier, and she was screaming something to the effect of “WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE.” I sat in
My daughter started seeing the grief counselor at school three weeks ago. She goes once a week and they talk about loss. After her first appointment I asked her what she talked about and she said “the lady asked me to tell her something sad that happened to me. I told her that we had
It’s November again, which for all of my American counterparts means that we are gearing up to celebrate the holiday of Thanksgiving. Again, if you are one of my American counterparts, you might be seeing your Facebook newsfeed filling up with the “30 days of thankfulness” status updates. For those of you who are unfamiliar
Hi regular readers! Be aware that there were two blog posts today, so make sure you catch the one before this one as well!*hugs* -Eden *************************************************************************** Last Christmas the woman who runs the food pantry that I go to called me and told me that she was filling out paperwork to put the kids and
So I was basically a bitch for three days straight last week, I’ll admit it. I’m not kidding you, if you stepped in my path you were probably going to catch a nasty attitude from me. You know that look that girls sometimes get that says “if you talk to me I might kill you?”
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
I might have to go to court on Tuesday. I’m a pretty confident person and have yet to meet a person that I won’t talk to. I’ll march right up to anyone and introduce myself, never getting embarrassed (even when I should be) by my socially graceless ways. I’ve been told that when I am up on a
You guys, I am so tired. I slept ohhhh……maybe an hour last night, probably less. I had a hard time writing this post. I kept writing, deleting, crying, writing some more, deleting again, crying, and so on. You see, I have good news; I don’t have to go to court on Monday. Yay! Right? Am
When I was twenty one I had reached a point where I was spending more time in a cast healing from a broken bone, then out of one. Years of dance and running had caused so many overlapping injuries that I kept breaking the same bones and tearing the same tendons over and over again.
**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

