For the Guy with Kids and a WW 8

[hopeful4her]

I'm okay. Trying to stay as upbeat as I can. Business is business, you know.

But the freakin' lump keeps sitting there. Waiting to scratch its way out. Not gonna let it. On my third cup of coffee already. I thought maybe I could drown it. Or burn it.

I would KILL for a hug today. Someone to hold me tight, rock me back and forth, stroke my hair and assure me that everything is going to be okay. I've been the rock for her to lean on and rely on for so long, it's my turn. Problem is, if someone did, all composure would be out the door.

And I'm not gonna give GBG the satisfaction. Not anymore.

I probably sound worse than I am. I'm trying to be pretty cool, but the crap is right there under the surface lurking.

I'm not sure if I really feel like getting out tonight, either. I don't know. We'll see.