Oh well that didn't happen...the thing about putting furniture together is that you cannot do it all in one night.
I got asked out on a date. By a 77 year old man.
Yeah. No. I so don't want to date...anyone. Especially a 77 year old man!
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
No he isn't. As a matter of fact, he is broke, and not hesitant to tell me that. But he did want me to come to his place for a glass of wine.
No, you know, I am just getting into my own place, and back on my feet. I think I will enjoy being by myself for a while...
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
Ah yes independence, and not having to depend on anyone. I put my bed together all by myself last night. It was great to actually sleep on a bed versus the damned air mattress!!!
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
So last night I had this dream. I remember stbx showing up, and I looked like dog doo, and he kissed me and told me he was sorry. I started to cry.
The thing is, I really don't want him back. I love him, but I know I will never trust him. I am not about to live like that.
So why do I keep dreaming about him?
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
ooh. It's your subconsious working it out. One step forward, two back. It's the sucky trip we're on. Congrats on putting the furniture together! Fantastic. It's a long time we don't have a cyber drink.... I'll have a rum & tonic w/ a lime. Et vous?
MMMMM cyber drink sounds fabulouse...blue raspberry martini for me. One rum and tonic coming up!
Well, after a looooong weekend, the furniture (with the exception of the drawers that go underneath the beds) is put together. I have two functioning bedrooms and a functioning living room! TV is up and working, washer and dryer hooked up (NO MORE LAUNDROMAT!!!) and now I can relax a little. Oh, wait, no....because D13 made the swim team soooo now we are in for very busy days w/ swim practice and meets! Tonight is the meet and greet with the coaches.
And my little ADHD spaz is loving school, her new friends, and her teachers. This move was the best thing I have done in a very long time...peace of mind for me, and better education for her. Although surprisingly she seems to be a little ahead of the game...she already knows what she is learning so it is great that she is getting a little bit of a review.
No more funky dreams about stbx, thank goodness. RR, you are right, it is the subconscious. I wish there was some way to shut it off, but it is there and I guess I just have to deal with it. I suppose I would feel better if the dipshiznit would just file the dammed divorce already. I also think that the two year anniversary of the bomb is coming up in about 2 weeks, and although I am not consciously dwelling on it, I suppose my subconscious is.
Cie la vie. I will keep on truckin'
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
So good that your kid is adjusting so quickly. Looks like she'll be keeping you busy. 2 yrs, wow. What is he waiting for now? AArgh. Well you sound good. Aside from the occasional weird dream! I'm not having a drink tonight. I'm so tired just the thought of it makes me sleepy.
