My UFO (unbelievably fabulous observations)

[hoosiermama]

and tomorrow is the 2nd anniversary of the bomb. how far I've come since then. thinking back, it's a sick feeling, almost makes me nauseated remembering how it felt, how terrifying it all was. but I am much more whole and solid now than I ever was with xH; sometimes lonely, but not for him, just lonely.

oh, stop it, pup! I'm doing fine--celebrating, even, in a way, how far I've come and how much I've grown in ways that needed to happen--but probably would never have happened while I was dealing with xH and a difficult marriage, and a great job in a very sick setting. (whoa--now that's a run-on sentence!)


Wow, Hoozh, I had forgotten that we shared almost exactly the same dates (just one year apart). I HATE THIS TIME OF YEAR NOW. When I go back and re-read my old journal, I just get sick to my stomach -- and angry.

Here I am, feeling sorry for myself today and going off about my own triggers, and I had forgotten these were your tough calendar days as well. Mea culpa for my DAM-ness!!

Puppy