Super slammed at work and of course, a million things to do at home and outside of the office in general. Probably won’t be posting as often (so sad you are, I know . . .) unless I am about to have ( yet another) complete breakdown due to stress. Or duress. Or whichever – Bob was constantly correcting my misuse of those words/terms.
I leave you with this image:
As I try to move past the upcoming day and skip right over 10.12.14.
Which, btw, would probably have looked something like this at some point on that date:
Instead, I’ll be dealing with my daughter’s reconstructive surgery. The date is quickly approaching and my consumption of Xanax is increasing. Not much worse than seeing your child in pain and helpless.
A very big thanks to all of you that follow my blog or just might happen upon it randomly. This helps me more than I can say. Altho I try, eh? Hot damn – I can ramble. As my friend and coworker tells me “Keep writing!” (Feel free to blame him. Hee!)
I miss Bob; I have a lot of regrets and try not to beat myself up too badly for my attempts to work thru this pain, rage, disappointment and despair. I’ve said and thought some things that I wouldn’t normally; some of it I truly cannot believe I would have ever imagined possible. But then again, I never imagined that I’d be yet again, a victim of infidelity, disrespect and mockery. I had/have to deal with it somehow, and for much of it, this is my outlet. Trying to unlove someone is ridiculously hard.
Be well everyone – and try to remember what I try to remind myself when I am feeling out of sorts:
“Every day above ground is a good day.”