16 days…
Yesterday marked the start of 16 days of activism against abuse.. Abuse comes in many forms, but regardless of what form it takes it is ALWAYS inexcusable. I am going to share something with you.. an excerpt from one of the most painful days of my life but turned out to be one of the best days of my life… CHAPTER ONE The day that changed it all.. I can’t breathe, I feel like such a fool! How could I have been THAT blind! Look at him, walking around the garden all proud of himself now. I can see the smile of satisfaction on his face even through all the tears. WHY is he smiling!? I knew something was wrong the last few days, but I would never have guessed in my wildest dreams that he felt the way he has just expressed to me. Am I really all the things he...
FuckyouFriday..
This is what I consider this day to be.. I don’t even have the stamina or inclination to fake an “o” face for it. Thoughts running through my mind (might contain profanity,sex, nudity and violence): “..organise the desk and you will probably find those missing pens” “..have I taken my eltroxin today??” “..I really must get to the shops today. Washing my hair with guyshowergel is not working for me” “..I want to show someone *that* dress I found. But who? And if I show them the dress will they get the wrong idea and jump to conclusions?” “..what has he done with IT? I know I told him to move it but I am discovering I don’t like not knowing where it is...
Post Divorce.. doing it for the kids.
As you all know… I have a very rocky existence with the Ex.. and as much as I try shelter the kids the whole thing affects them considerably. So much so that going to their Dad is an unpleasant affair for them to the point now that they don’t want to go in fear of having to be interrogated etc. And I am at my wits end trying to get him to understand that what he does or doesn’t do makes a difference in their lives. So after many threats from him and numerous other unpleasantries exchanged between us I sat down and considered options available to me. Truth be told, we are both to blame, I could deal with things better from my side and of course there is the old saying.. People only do to you what you allow them to do. And even though I HATE the...
Hitting a wall..
You know that moment when you realise that no matter how hard you try to encourage understanding and reasonable behaviour it is just never going to happen?!? *sigh* He is a walking cliche, that record got stuck.. and he will always live for that song , playing over and over again in his head. He will never see the wood for the trees and yes, he will cut off his own nose just to spite his own face.. It feels almost like he will never except that I left him? As I sit here I can hear his words echo in my head… ” Who are you to leave me??!? You are ugly, fat and nothing without me!” Very upsetting stuff.. How did I ever get invovled with him? Was I really that stupid? How did I last as long as I did anyway? I was sooooo blind to sooo much and when...
Blame..
You just can’t blame me.. I have thought this through long and hard and I just don’t see how anyone can. I am pessimist, to be more correct I am a “jaded non trusting pessimist”. I do not get my hopes up, I do not believe that good things will happen to me and I trust very few people. And yesterday I realised that no matter what I do or how I attempt certain things some people will NEVER EVER change, and that is just sad. And it is just as well I am a “Jaded Non Trusting Pessimist” who always keeps a Plan B in place for just these moments when others fail to fulfill their end of things, or today would have been a disaster indeed. So go Felcher your cat… Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
Spin Here …
I almost did it.. It sits here in the drafts folder ready to go but I will not be sending it out today.. I thought I was “OK” with it and that I had moved on and that it was just one of those things we as people have to deal with when surrounded by Idiots and Assholes. But when I woke up this morning in PURE ANGER I realised just how much I wasnt “OK” with it afterall. So I had some coffee, did some breathing exercises and all sorts of Mojo enhancing techniques that I could muster without resorting to putting a hairdryer on the grass in my attempt to dehydrate the front lawn into a *dube*.. I then composed the email whereby I inform the party/parties concerned of how I have made copies of all their long forgotten secrets and not so...
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