The Story Goes On & On & On.

 This story started in the middle and will go on, even when I am not typing about it. There are so many things on my mind, I can't even begin to know where to start. I have been in a relationship now for over seven years. It is nowhere near perfect, but it is the first relationship that I have not had abandonment issues with. The first relationship I wasn't clingy or worried about when he was going to cheat. None of this makes me happy, though. He doesn't understand me. He doesn't know me.

I don't feel like he ever will.

I was never ooey gooey in love with him. Don't get me wrong. I love him with all my heart. He's the one person who has been there for me, even when I tried to leave him.  Then we got along for the first time in a few years. For a while anyway. He was there after my miscarriage, my grandparents dying, my sinus surgery, thru my kid's problems, my aunt moving away, putting our kitty to sleep, burying the said kitty... my biopsy, and so many other things... too many to name.

But how do you end something that is comfortable. It's comfortable but annoying at the same time. I don't want to stay where I am at, but I don't want to move on. I want more, but he is not ready for more. He is not ready to grow up. I'm angry, because it is too late for me to have more children, which is not entirely his fault, but I'm angry because he's not ready to try. There is no perfect time.

Nothing is ever perfect. I just hate knowing it is too late, and I am having a really hard time accepting that it it too late.

Its been so long

since I've posted.. my life is totally different but exactly the same....

I Want a Man

That will buy me flowers and be all romantic.
If only.

Thats just one thing for my wish list.

I really just want Danny back.

I Hate

I hate myself and want to die.
I know thats not the answer, but thats how I feel.
He left me. I knew it was only a matter of time...
but it still hurts...

I feel like we never had a chance. We weren't even communicating.. every time
I was able to try... he'd blow me off...
Yet.. to him.. its all my fault...

I'm very hurt. Mostly because I can't blame it on him using me for sex.
What was he using me for?
Why ??? And WHY???

I don't get it.

Found This...

This is funny. I just found this on another blog I wrote....
wow.. my life is sooo fucked up.





Monday, September 22, 2003

I think about writing a book, and I think I am greatly crazy. What do you think? It's ok "they" already know I'm crazy... and I am NOT talking about the FBI, CIA or the Aliens.
MY LIFE RIGHT NOW...
I'm currently almost engaged to my Romanian boyfriend, and wondering if I am doing the right thing, or if I am screwing up my life. C, is very sweet and I love him so much, but it is completely emotional. Is there anything wrong with that? Not really, better than being completely sexual. Know what I mean? So basically I think it is just my negativity in the way of my happiness.
My sister, A.. well her and her long time bf of almost three years just broke up. I think because he is wanting to be a kid again, and just realized he can't do that cuz they had a kid three (almost four) months ago. That is life, but my sister is pretty depressed, same as I am, but what is new?
Nothing on the home front, still living here, staying with CA, my gram... and hating it. I want my own place, but yet I don't. What do I do? Nothing, I just sit here and wait. I realized today, I only wanted to be here because of my sisters and brothers, and not it doesn't even make a difference to any of them. JC my brother is in a foster home, which is a good thing for him. S, my sister got a drinking underage Friday, and then was doing drugs yesterday.. WTF I say.. I am not helping them any. A is the only one I feel I am really helping, and she wants to take a bus with me back to KS, to get away from all this shit. She's just as fucking crazy as they are.
Well that is my life, as I know it today. SO be it.

Posted 9/22/2003 9:55 PM

I love him

I love him so much, I wish we could get thru this. I'm so upset about all this. He's upset too. I don't blame him. I hurt him, he hurt me. We hurt each other so much. I feel like he thinks I cheated on him. I didn't. I wouldn't. I love him. It hurts me so much.

How do we get thru this. Right now, even though I know I'm not even his girlfriend, I'm still upset. He keeps telling me this is my call, not his, but it is again his. That is one of the things i was getting frustrated about. He told me he has a house all picked out, and that again, frustrates me, because like the dog... I wasn't consulted. My opinion didn't seem to matter, even though he told me orginally he wanted me to help him pick out a place. But again this point is null, since we aren't together, and even if he can take the time to trust me, I'm not sure if I can trust him. We both are kind of stuck.

We were talking just a few minutes ago, and he got upset and hung up on me. That hurts me more. I want to talk about this. I feel like he just wants to ignore things for the most part. When he first called me, you wouldn't of thought anything was wrong at all. It bothers me.

He was more upset when he found out who it was that I was kissing. I feel like he thinks I'm a liar, but I'm not. I never said anything to make him believe it wasn't Travis. I'm sorry he feels I am. This whole thing kills me.

I'm doing my best to keep the thoughts out of my head. Its really hard.

Hurting

I'm hurting so bad. I feel like I want to die. I am so alone. Physically and mentally...

I got an email from him today, and all I done since, is think about crying, or cry... after everyone left. I'm here alone. I'm scared. I'm full of regret.

I loved him. I love him. I just couldn't deal with my feelings, and he would never talk to me about it. I felt so alone then... well for the last month... I felt like he was hiding things from me. I felt like didn't love me anymore. He promised me he'd be there for me when I got off the medicine. I asked him for help, and he blew me off. I told him how depressed I get around my birthday and he wasnt' there for me then either. I can't make him be there for me. I can't make him do anything. And all I wanted was for him to love me. I wanted to feel loved. I wanted to feel like I was important.

I just want to curl up and die. I can't handle this feeling. I can't handle the pain. And I know he'll never understand. I hate how I feel like he blames me for everything going wrong. I know its not completely my fault. We were both at fault.

Part of me wants to slit my wrist and bleed to death...
Part of me wants to just cherish the good times.. and move on..
Part of me wants him back....
I just want him to understand..... I want to feel understood.
I don't want to feel like I do now, like I never meant anything to him....

I've had so many guys hit on me since yesterday... its rediculous... before I told any of them I was single. I don't want any of them. I want the feeling I had when he was here with me. I want to see his blue eyes, and his smile... I want to hear him say.. "you'd better!"

My Lesson

I met this man, who brought me happiness. He did. I truely love him. After last nite, I realized it was over. I couldn't deal with it. Our relationship wasn't healthy. We didn't trust each other. It stemmed from our past. I say that is true of me, but I really can't speak for him.

I felt a few months ago, after our fight, that maybe he wasn't the one I was meant to be with, but I didn't want to give up without giving us a chance. But... I learned again... that my gut instinct is the one I should go with. He came into my life to teach me a lesson. A lesson about my nosiness.

I let him into my life, he had access to all my accounts.. my life.. my phone calls... everything. I had access to nothing. I don't even know his address. I bought him cards... and wrote them out, and couldn't send them.. because I didn't have anywhere to send them too.

At first it was cute & funny... and then.. I felt like he had something to hide.

Last week, I found a house... in Colorado Springs, that was mortgaged in his name and a woman's as well. I ranted to his voicemail about this... one nite the other day, when I couldn't stand it anymore. I never got a response. About anything. I'll just assume, after the call I just received its true.

He said... "oh you broke up with me..." I said.. " did I?" and he's like, "you locked me out of your accounts, you told me you couldn't handle it anymore...." and I was like " I can't" and he said.. "fine, you changed ur passwords, I am changing mine... " and he said something else.. and hung up. It all happened so quickly. I dialed back his number, and he basically treated me like it was all my fault. I know its not, and I will not accept the blame... although I'll feel it for some time. He accused me of seeing someone else, and spending time with other people... (which I was never seeing anyone else, I was faithful to him.. although.. I was tempted not to be faithful... but i was spending time with others...) why should I not spend time with my friends, when he can't make any time for me? Why should I seclude myself? Why should I feel guilty about having a life, when he has one, he never shared with me? I shouldn't. Then before the call ended.. he told me to never call or email him again.. and said.. " don't make me get a restraining order on you" I was like wtf? and that was after he said something about me not calling him for the last two days... Well my calls have got less and less in the past month, because I felt like it was a waste of time to call him... because he never called me back...

I am so hurt. I love how because I'm the one with the diagnosed mental problem... that it seems to be all my fault. Well its not. Its not normal for a guy to not give his gf his cell phone number or his address.. unless he has something to hide.

This whole fight started last nite.. when he called to scream at me.. for giving my friend Travis his "personal information". Travis is a friend of mine, for a few years... he was trying to console me when he knew I was having trouble with my relationship. He likes me but respects my relationship, and my faithfulness to the man I was dating... So, he like many others thought that my bf was lying to me. He said... "forward me the headers from the email he sent you." So I took the last email... and took all the words out.. and forwarded him... so Travis had the IP address and the email address. My so called boyfriend... called me from work to flip out about it. He can spy on me, and read my email, and my phone bills, but can't take the time to call me and tell me he loves me. Thats what pissed me off. I couldn't handle it after all the nites i was put off..

All I wanted was his help with makeing some important decisions that would effect our future... but I knew.. when he wouldn't take the time.. he couldn't be serious...

But... I thought I was the one with problems....

I love him... but I'll say it again... love is never enough.

I appreciate all that we had. The closeness. The kisses. He truely made me feel special, and believe in myself. How he could finish my sentences, before i even started them.. and vice versa...

Right now, I have no idea what he's feeling, but he was way out of line. I just wish I could understand, but I know... I will have to accept that I never will.

Is my life my life... or what?

I don't know why I wrote tha title, but right now, I'm feeling rather down, and crappy. Its my own fault though.

First I'm wondering, should I of went of the meds. I don't have the support system I want. I feel lost this moment. Then again, I'm thinking, I'm just down, because I had alcohol last nite, and its a weekend, and I'm lonely. (weekends are the worst!!) So that could be it too. Then I feel sunk down, and deeply sad... and start letting things spin out of control, but then I try to pep talk myself up, and tell myself this is just temp. I'll wake up tomorrow, bright and early, and be soooo happy to go to work. Which I will be, but now, I'm getting nervous about starting the job I was first hired for.... I'm not sure I really want to go to it anymore. It will give me money, and stuff, so I guess i will survive... I'll feel better if that's all I got out of it.

I'm so tired of living here with my aunt. Its like, when I say, I'll give you some money, when I get my money... she's begging me for it. She doesn't need it today, and i wanted to get my money straight, before I wrote her a check...but to no avail, I am not straight with my money, and had to write her one anyway, I'm tired of the whining.

You could tell it was a long and stressful week for me. I was so grumpy with her last nite, but I hate when people try to ask you all kinds of questions when you are doing something and trying to get out the door. That pisses me off. I'm happy though, I got my E-Z Pass... that's fucked up, I'm happy about that, but it will save me from rolling my window down twice and stopping twice on the way to work...

I'm glad I went and saw Suffrajett last nite. I couldn't tell if my friends where enjoying or not, but I'm glad they came. The second band sucked though, and they didn't stick around. I think they thought they had to stay, but when I was too busy talking to Simi (the lead singer), they realized I'd be ok. They left... but I wasn't there too much longer. I didn't want to be tempted to drink anymore. I sometimes am an love with the inhibitions that alcohol gives me. I was really hoping Danny would call last nite, but then I'm glad he didn't. I might of said something that wasn't very nice. And I can get loud and unruly, and I'd rather not do anything to hurt our relationship.

I have been so lonely lately. I really need some physical affection, and want Danny to be here to give it to me. I'm a bit upset because I wanted to see him already, and didn't get to. I would of been more than happy to go out there, but since I didn't even know where he lived, I couldn't of done that either. He didn't want me there anyway... so it was a pointless cause. I gave up on the thought before my birthday. But it still makes me sad.

Well I really can't think about this right now, it brings me back to all the things I want to talk to him about and can't. The things that keep being put off, and it makes me ridiculously sad, and angry, so I'm going to go in my room, and try to relax to get my mind off the tears that keep forming in my eyes.

Every Day....

Is a winding road....

Feeling better today. Whatever better is....

lol

It was a good day, I mean, how can it not be... I can drop a few hundred dollars... and not feel too guilty about it. Sure.. I guess I could of done something else with it, but I needed new shoes, and well the other things I got, I wanted. Ok, I do feel a little guilty, but oh well.

Talking with my baby today made me laugh.. even if I was and am still annoyed/mad about a few things. I know alot of it is beyond his control, and I'm trying to be understanding. I don't think he thinks I am though. I hate how I feel when I think he feels like he's done something to hurt me. He really is a good boyfriend. Its just, this isn't what I was expecting. Me and my high expectations, and always wanting more.

I realized today I was hurt about something he said. I've been obsessing over it, but whats new. I'm always obsessing over something. I told him I didn't have a life.. or something to that regards, and well, he said something to the effect... .... I guess next time I'll have to remember to find a girlfriend with a life. It hurt. I know when he reads this, he'll probably say something, and tell me he was joking. But, sometimes, even if he is joking its hard for me. I don't like thinking about that. Mostly because... A. he agreed.. with me that I didn't have a life.. and B. saying that implied that there would be a next girlfriend. So I guess thats why it hurt.

I had some thoughts on the future today. They weren't good nor bad. Just thoughts on what to do and where to go. I guess to start having that "life" and quit waiting for something different to happen. I'm still so frustrated.. about having to find a car. I really don't need a car right at this moment, but if I don't get one now, then down the road.. it will cause problems for me because I have no idea how long I will be living here with my aunt. So regardless of where I go, or where I live, I need my own car.

Its just so frustrating to love someone so much, and know that he loves you as well, and says he wants a future with you, but yet you are so far apart... and feel so alone, and don't really have a life together. Yet, you want that so much, because you feel it will make you both happy.

Right Now

I don't care how positive my attitude should be, or could be, or will be, but right now its not.

And know what. I don't care.

Right now, right at this very moment, in my head. I hate my life. I accept that I'm feeling that way. I accept that its my perception of things. I accept that things do suck sometimes.

But right now... I truely... HATE MY LIFE. Five minutes from now may be different. But that is that. And I'm ok with it. I'll work on changing it tommorrow.

There Will Be Days Like This....

There will be. I struggle thru them. Trying to hold back tears. Trying to hold back anger. Trying to sooth myself, without being needy. Trying to feel normal.

I realize I never will be. I have to accept that. I mean, I know that... but I really really have to accept it. But there are other things I don't have to accept.

Questions I have, that I want answered. I just realized I was really upset about it. I was too caught up in love, and in what I wanted, until I started asking questions, I didn't realize how upset I was about not getting answers. I don't like sitting around, waiting. Waiting for answers. If I ask a question.. or have a question. I want to get over it. I am very frustrated at this moment. I've been feeling this anxiety for over 24 hours...

It got worse, when I got the mail today. I'm so frustrated with my life. There are so many things, and I'm stressed about them. Despite how well, I really am coping... I feel like I'm failing again. I feel like I'm on the edge of losing it. I keep telling myself that tommorrow will be different.. well today is tommorrow.. and tommorrow is Sunday...

I feel too anxious to show up at the Silent Cafe. Something I so enjoyed. My sign language class. I couldn't take this semester because of money. It fucking sucks. I have to work, to have money. I want to go to school. If I go to school full time, right now, its pretty much all paid for (well I need to take loans for books), but by just taking one class I got fucked. Got to love it. I'll get alot of grants too, if I went next term, but I hate the school I was going to. I have to pay off all that so I can get my transcripts. I wasn't even thinking about that till now.

I'm going to stop writing, because I'm spiraling. I have to find something to get me off the spiral, and sitting here typing about it won't do.

I think I'll go cry.

Sadness

I've been feeling better overall, but today, things just got to me. I'm tired of waiting for everything. I feel so stuck. I have too much going on in my head. Too much to put on a list. Too much to deal with. I'm functioning, but would rather be in bed.

Today, after I got off the phone with the lady from the assistance office, I just started bawling my eyes out, and I'm still not sure why. Maybe just because I'm not sure what to do. I feel stuck, and just want move on with my life.

Plus now, I have concerns for Darian on my chest. She wants to see her dad this summer. He hasn't even called her since November. Its sad, and sick. What the fuck is his problem. Why did I even let her see him in the first place. Why does he have to be her father. Why does she love him? I feel like he doesn't even care about her. Why would he not call her? Why? This makes me cry. Everything I've done wrong with her, makes me cry.

The little girl only wants a room of her own. She's barely had it in her 8 years of life. I want to give her that, I want to give her a room of her own, for all her things, to make her feel special. I can't even do that.

Tears

I'm so sad. Then stupid me, I read some of the last posts. Then I can't stop the tears. I'm so lonely today. I'm lonely most days. I don't feel hopeless, but I feel less hope today.

I only get irritable with my aunt. I am tired of picking up after my daughter, she likes to spend time in my room, and then she gets everything every where. It pisses me off.

I want to just get out of this house, but have nowhere to go. Right now, I can't even just go for a ride, because my aunt is actually using her car.

I just broke my sisters picture frame that was on my desk, so now I have to go find the fucking vaccuum and get the glass vacuumed up so it doesn't get in anyones foot. Not that I have anything to worry about, I always wear my shoes. Isn't that sad.

Its sad, when one thing you wish to have, is a house, where you have to take your shoes off at the door. I've never been in a house, where I feel comfortable to do that. I want a house, where I can do that.

I want a place where I can feel like its my home. I've never had that. The closest I came, was taken away from me, when my uncle retired from the Navy and came home, and took over my grandmothers house. Now, its nothing like where I grew up. Its not the same. And now, I'm sad about it? what? why the fuck am I crying? Its just a house right? Why am I so sad about it?

Sometimes I hate being me.

Those Thoughts...

Ever have thoughts that you don't know where they come from... or why you are having them, but think they are a result of a realization of wanting to push away.

I'm so confused at this moment. Why do I have these thoughts? Why are these certain things bothering me. Things I don't even want to bring to light. Things that I don't want to mention, because it seems so petty, but yet strange.

I knew the pushing away running away would come, but why does it have to? I don't even want to deal with these feelings right now. I don't want to deal with being in love.

Maybe its because Valentines Day is coming.... or maybe because of my birthday.... maybe because I'm missing him. Maybe because I'm being impatient. Maybe because I have concerns that I never seem to address. Concerns of the future.

Right now, I just want to cry....

I hate feeling so alone.

Alone, confused, and misdirected.

Why

Why do I do that. I can always seem to give good advice, but don't generally follow it???

I gave an answer on yahoo answers that really made me think.

It was in regards to marriages, and why they end. I truly believe I know why they end. I've seen it, I've heard it. I've read studies.

I've had a live in bf, well a few.... and I know how things get. If I had married him, would I of stayed? I say no, because it came to the point, for me, that instead of me.. being the one being abused... I became abusive. Verbally... I yelled and screamed. I'm sure I had no regards for his feelings. And then I became physically abusive. I hit him. Twice. Yes, I was feeling threatened at the time, and yes I was angry, but I still don't believe that it should of happened. He never laid a hand on me.

I say I would never divorce, but there are certain circumstances, in which I mite feel warranted. Abuse is the first. Whether is it physical, emotional, mental.. etc... No one should feel they have to stay in an abusive marriage. Although I don't find being abused a reason to cheat either.

There is no reason to cheat. I feel if one person in the marriage cheated, and the trust couldn't be reestablished, it could be warranted to get a divorce. I myself would find a way to communicate to my husband, once I found my eyes even straying towards another man. I've found myself tempted many times, and each time that I found another man being more appealing than the person I was with, i felt it was time to reevaluate the relationship. I didn't cheat to make myself feel happy. Some people could consider it cheating, although, when I feel the need to have an type of intimacy with another man I find a problem with that. I've gone as far as kissing another man, which is something I don't even feel allowable, but it gave me a wake up call. If that makes sense.

I'm big into monogamy. I'm too jealous to have it any other way. I can't fathom how people have open relationships.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this tonite. Partly because its something that's on my mind. Partly because of the question I answered. I question my current relationship, and I know I questioned past relationships... saying .. "what if this doesn't work out".... I don't like feeling that, but I like to prepare for the worst.

All I've ever wanted is a family. To me that includes a husband and a child. I have my child, and have searched for a husband. In all the wrong places, but I have looked. Sometimes I don't look, and just trip over someone, and realize shortly after I've decided to put my all into it. I find a problem that I just can't tolerate... and well... I'm too, I don't know, ashamed, embarrassed, or just lonely to tell the other person I'm in the relationship with. Or maybe I think they can change.. or they will want to change.... because they tell me they will change. Its not true though... and hasn't ever happened.... Well.. Until now.

So far, and I know I haven't spent much time with Danny thus far, so far, I haven't found anything wrong with him. I don't like that he works too much, and doesn't have time for me, but the thing with that is, I need time to work on myself. I need to be alone, and I need to learn to be ok with being alone. I need to stop feeling like I have to have someone to help me when I'm in a crisis, and I have to try to get thru it. I have to cope with it. The time we have together is usually awesome, to say the least. Even when I start off in a bad mood, things usually end up good. When I can actually get myself to communicate to him, he's usually very willing to listen and try to help me. He makes me laugh. He gets me thinking. He opens up my mind. He shows me love and affection. He really tries to be patient with me...

All this is scary. I think back to my ex's and how I found reasons to run away shortly after I met them, yet I would stay because I thought it could get better.

Only it didn't.

I Was Sad....

But now I'm doing better. Danny called. I was quiet, with not much to say.

My afternoon was quite melancholy, which turned to me feeling depressed, because I was so overwhelmed. I thought about all the things I posted earlier, over and over. I thought about thoughts of them. Then, I got depressed, because I felt like I was wrong about Danny. I went into my spiraling thoughts. I obsessed about him joking about his address. I obsessed about his not giving me his cell number. I obsessed about the things I obsessed about before. Then the thoughts of the meds, and this summer, and hurting myself.

So when he called, even though I was looking forward to the call all day. I sat in silence, hoping he'd tell me something about his day or something of interest, but instead, he asked me how my day was, and I said I felt sad, so thats where the focus went. I couldn't tell him I was obsessing again. I couldn't tell him I didn't want to talk, because I was shutting down. I just wanted to cry,and kept trying to not cry.

The phone call was rather unpleasant, until I said what I needed to say. He made a joke and made me laugh. I opened up and told him some of the things bothering me, and although I'm still stressed, I'm feeling much better.

I got really upset when he read my blog and said that the decisions, and worries I had had nothing to do with us, because they do. They are things I have to decide, but if we are truly wanting to be together, they will all effect us in the future. Thats what I think about. I don't think about just me, and what's good today. If that were the case, things would be different. I'm so confused as to what to do, and I'm barely keeping my head above water. I feel like every time I come up for air, someone is there with a boot on the top of my head pushing me back under.

Now I'm obsessing again, about things he said to me. I hate when I feel like this. I hate not being able to help him understand how missing him feels. I thought I would of seen him by now. That is what I thought the plan was. And still now, I have no idea when. I want to buy a plane ticket and just show up there, but that would be a foolish way to spend my income tax, when right now, we are just barely surviving... And then I still even wonder.... is the address I have for him correct? And get upset because he won't even confirm.. or say... " I live at... " What is so hard about that? What is so hard about giving me your phone number? Then I wonder why he's with me, and if he really has any idea what he's getting into...

I don't think he does.

Then I feel sad, and just want to run away. I want to get away from him, and my feelings for him. So I can minimize the hurt. I can't ever take it away, because I'm too much in love with him for that.

My life is different since I met him. He doesn't seem to understand why I'm lonely. Since I met him, I've lost two really good friends, and have been minimal in my contact with adults. My sister is also gone now too. Things weren't going good, with her here, but at least there was someone to talk to once in a while. Especially when she first came. Matt, still hasn't really talked to me, and its frustrating.. he's back to his can't make time for me, and it pisses me off. I really thought I was going to be mad at him when I got back, for the way he treated me when he started dating my sister, but I wasn't... and I reached out to him, and now, he's being flaky again. And I lost Gywnne, which partly is my own doing, but apparently she wasn't what I thought she was in the first place. All my "fans" have disappeared too... so thats another loss. I tell them I've met someone, and they stay away... for the most part. Then comes the part where I don't do anything on the weekends. The only person I can really go see is my best friend... and thats in Baltimore, and I've not had the money for that.

Then comes the other problem I have. If Danny calls, and I happen to be doing something... then I basically get screwed out of even having a small conversation with him. He immediately says he'll let me go. And I feel like I'm being pushed off the phone. I feel like he thinks everything is more important than him. All I want is to talk to him, and I'm willing to stop most things I'm doing because I feel the need to connect with him. I want to connect with him. I hate the way things are though. I hate that he never can tell me when he can call back. I hate the feeling I feel inside when I miss his call, and he seems like he's upset with me.

Then comes the next thing. He said tonite that I was "delicate". Its just a nice way to say what everyone else says. "You are too emotional. You overreact. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells. You are always so moody. You take things too personal." Or what the Doctor's say, " You are Bipolar, You have Borderline Personality Disorder." Take your pick. Seriously. I just feel at some point it will become more of a problem, and he will get sick of me. I get sick of me alot, so its only a matter of time. I'm in group to help me deal with things like this, but only time and practice of developing my coping skills, will really help. I guess we have to wait and see.

So, even though, my sadness has came back, mostly because I'm writing about it here, I'm not feeling as bad as I was, and I'm happy and proud that I was able to open up a bit to Danny. Its so hard for me, and I've went thru so many relationships, suffering, because I couldn't speak up. I felt like I couldn't ask for help. I felt helpless. I felt like what I had to say wasn't worth it. I left all those relationships feeling unheard and unloved. I can't let anything like that happen in this relationship. I don't want to lose this man. He's too special to me. I just hope that he can be patient with me, and help me open up.

Ack, My Head Hurts...

Life is never as simple as it seems. My life has never been simple. Do you ever get jealous of others and how they find things so simple. I find myself doing that, more than I ever thought I did. I know sometimes its not always an honest perception of others lives, but they seem so with it.

I have a wonderful man, who I love very much. I have a awesome daughter, who is my world. I want only the best for her. I want us to form a family, yet hesitate at the same time. Are me and Danny crazy for wanting this so soon. But are we? I don't think we are, but then sometimes I think we are. Then I wonder if I'm getting ahead of myself. Is he really on the same page with me, or is this my fantasy in my head taking over?

I don't want to get caught up in this, yet, I want to make plans for the future. Is this so wrong. I'm sitting here almost in tears, frozen in my tracks, as to what to do. I have so many decisions to make. So many things to worry about. Insurance, Dr's, medicine, therapy, my health, my career, my education, all my past bills, deciding what to do about my car situation. I'll be getting money from my income tax, that will help with all this, but how do I figure out what my priorities are?

I know right now, I just need a vacation. I want to be away from the stress of this house. I want to be with my man, even if its only for a minute. I want to feel his kiss, hold his hand, hear his heartbeat. I need it. I crave it.

I'm not depressed, but I'm not feeling well either. I just don't feel right anymore. I have a migraine right now, but that's not it either. I want to feel like myself again, regardless of if its the same as I was before.

I feel so alone at this moment. I know that this will pass though.

Welcome to Winter

Snow, coming...
ha, finally Dare is happy. So happy.

I am semi looking forward to the weekend. Its a long drive, the weather is supposed to suck, and I'm in the car with my bitchy ass sister, and all I keep hearing in my head is her bf, my friend, saying... "oh, she's only like this because she's pregnant." MY ASS. But he's one for excuses himself. I say this, because I believe this. I feel like people judge me when I say things like this, because I'm not saying I make excuses. But if I felt like talking about that I would. Yes, I sometimes do make excuses. It just tires me, people making excuses for others. It reminds me of my family. Reminds me of many many many wrong things.

Reminds me of my mother, of her family, of the wrongness involved. Their excuses.

It makes me sad.

I have had some really nice conversations with my man lately and feel better about publicly bringing out the wrong in my life. The past hurt, so I can show the truth I've been needing to get out for years. Over the past 3 years mostly, I've been struggling alot. This past year was hell for me. I was barely functional for over half the year. I beat myself up for everything. I now know it doesn't have to be that way. I don't have to wear the label on the front of my shirt. I don't have to wear it at all. I can peel it off and throw it away. I have found many reasons to live, and learned many coping skills. I've found someone who wants to stick by me, and has given me hope that I have the strength within myself to move past the obstacles I've been dealing with. He's also given me a shoulder to lean on, one that I know is strong. I've finally found someone who is looking for the same things, at the same time. It feels great.

Right now, I'm missing him.
But, I know that all is ok, and that he loves me.

Another Day

I didn't do much. What's new. I always say that, but its not totally true. I went to my DBT Group today. I always wonder why I'm there, when I'm there. I'm learning the skills, but some of the stuff is common sense. It's just when I'm in distress, I can't seem to cope at all. I'm worried about the meds. I have a matter of days to decide. Then I talk to the Dr. Get his opinion, and make my decision. Do the meds really make a difference?

I truely believe they don't. Or do I? I want to listen to what people say, because, both times I messed with my meds, things ended up badly. But.... This last time. I was getting more and more depressed. I was like, why am I taking these meds? Especially if they aren't helping? I got more depressed, kept forgetting to take them, and then, just didn't take them.

Things are different now. I'm not at a job that emotional stirs me everyday. I'm not dealing with people screaming at me, for insurance laws. I'm not dealing with that whole environment. I'm not dealing with being in a relationship that I'm not sure about. I'm not dealing with daycare, and transportation expenses. Or how to juggle that and therapy, and everyones schedule.

I am home most days. I have two appts a week, during the day, while my daughter is at school. I spend lots of time with her. I don't wonder what she's doing because I know. She rarely goes to a sitter. She likes having me around, and its only when I've been off work that I've been able to be there for her. When I was working at The Hartford, I worked, and went to school, and never saw her. I didn't wake up with her, I didn't tuck her in. I'd come home late and kiss her, or watch her for a few minutes. No more wondering what's going on at school, or who her friends are. But, of course, I'm having alot of financial problems, but thats nothing new. I've never made enough to support myself and my daughter.

So... my dilema of the day. Meds or no meds... that is the question...