“I try to pay attention, your words just disappear, cause it’s always raining in my head. I forget all the things I should have said”
“So I speak to you in riddles, cause my words gets in my way”
“I cannot take more of this, I’m gonna come undone, or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart”
“But, I know I’ll do the right thing, if the right thing is revealed”
It’s the EX & he’s having a meltdown. sigh
I have not yet continued my last post because I, intially, needed a distraction from that hurtful ridiculousness and then all the things began happening all at once again.
I was gifted a pass to Cleveland’s LaureLive weekend musical festival from a dear friend through a local radio station.
About midway through Saturday I started losing feeling in my right thumb. Sunday morning it had spread across the palm and at one point Sunday evening I couldnt feel my pinky or any finger tips. When my entire ride side starting to lock up, I called into my doctor’s office and was reffered to the ER to rule out a stroke.
I was discharged with instructions to follow up with my neurologist for a repeat MRI, since it has been a few years, to rule MS, again. All week the numbness has spread. It’s now in my forearm and elbow, shoulder and shoulder blade. Bizarre!
If that wasnt enough, my littlest furbaby, PNut, started really struggling to breathe today.
He was so lathatrgic and just all around … well, pathetic it broke my heart. We’ve been making inappropriate jokes about him “low-key dying” for about two months now, due to his slowing down and hacking cough but I couldnt have imagined that when I walked into the vet’s office today, I would be hearing a “congestive heart failure” diagnosis. Although, I wasnt surprised to hear his heart is enlarged (the pup has a BIG heart!)
The prognosis is not good, but we will try a routine of cardiac medications over the next week and make the hardest decision from there.
Is it just me or does it seem like either everything happens all at once or there’s nothing going on at all?
im so perplexed that its almost shocking…
There really are no words for when your “baby daddy” ignores every grace extended and throws your baby girl under the bus for an addiction.
Was it really worth you going out like that?
I have confronted some of my biggest fears this week. It has scared the shit out of me, literally, as the stress has taken over my belly. Despite the ache and feeling sick and people’s disappointment at the potential for placing myself in danger, I’ve surprised myself. I was inspired by this song:
Im a cool girl or so Ive been told by associates of the male gender. Im the girl every guy wants to hang with. Ol buddy, ol pal. Its really not a compliment, just an observation.
The definition of cool girl is much trickier. Apperently I am the girl you know beyond a shadow of a doubt you could tell anything to, hell, Id tell you the same and mean it. It doesnt happen that way though. Theres always an unnecessary secret. The secret hurts, the details do not. I could have been saved so much trouble. But here we are again. Listening to what people think I want to hear.
And lately theres this rash of “I dont deserve you and Ill prove it” going around. Self fulfilling prophecy.
I just want to be free like all of you. Arent relationships a two-way street?
Here, let my girl Tove summarize:
Jer signed a year lease on his own place and is in the process of moving all his big ticket items out of the house. I guess that makes the separation “official”.
I had hoped that something different would happen, anything. I kept hoping he’d be the one guy in my life to stand up and fight for me, but instead I’m just here shadowboxing, prepared to swing at something, anything.
He had said that his intentions were to take this time and space to work on his own issues so that if we stood a fighting chance, he’d be able to fight. Words vs. actions doesn’t seem that way though. Im grown enough to recognize that.
As his best friend was helping him move out yesterday, I heard him say, “If this is a bluff, I’m not helping you move your shit back in.” It made my gut drop. My gut said this was something I couldn’t ignore. That’s his best friend. What exactly, if anything, has he said to him about his intentions?
I don’t know. I just don’t want to deal with any of this. I’d just like to awaken when all the dust is settled and decisions are made so I know what to do. And so, we have this Sunday’s song …