I just discovered..
That after not sleeping properly for days when sick..I am now battling to sleep more than 6 hours.. <–Insomnia is boring That even though my kiddies are Big Boys.. They still need their Momma.. <–*Happy Dance* That the corner Cafe wont deliver eggs even if I ask naaaisely!.. <–Muffins will have to wait That I am still battling to overcome the urge to say Fck You to ppl.. <– Find myself screaming it in my head now instead That sometimes the truth is not as important as is who can lie the most convincingly.. <–Another Fck You moment That HairyKnuckle still reads my blog .. <–Fan, perhaps? That I need more coffee.. <– Cup is empty again Be the first to like. Like Unlike Share...
11 years…
11 years of cleaning house, wiping noses,cooking, ironing, shopping, budgeting, doing your work projects and assignments.. 11 years of bowing down to you and putting you and everyone else before me. Having to work after hours delivering pizza’s and waiting tables to put myself through school because I wasn’t allowed to let it interfere with raising the children.. 11 years of having to be fearful that I have yet again done something wrong.Waking up in the middle of the night lying on the floor because you physically kicked me out of bed because of something that I said 6 weeks before… 11 years of having to be the “good wife” in front of everyone and ensuring that no-one knew the REAL you. Because appearances mean more to you than...
You’re a prime example why your dad should’ve dbl bagged his tackle…
Arsefuk did himself a dirty. He just isn’t smart enough to realise it yet…let me explain. Yesterday J asked his Dad for *R120. His dad said “Yes, no problem. I will put the money in your account!” wait for it… just wait… Its coming… waaaaait-waaaaaait… …here it is.. 2 hours later Arsefuk phones J back and says that he has put the maintenance money into my account a few days early and that J must ask me now for the R120. Did you see that coming? Did you? Well, sadly I did. I felt so bad for J, he was mortified. He had already told all his friends that he was going to be able to go to the LAN and now his dad pulls this humdinger out of his bum. Who promises to give their kid money and then turns around and...
Twisted Nipples..
Everyone of us has got a past.. some are more colourful than others.. and some are just plain horrible… But each and everyone of those moments plays a part in forming and molding us into the individuals we are today. I was listening to some ladies the other day go on about their exes..Yowser! And it got me thinking about being bitter and twisted inside and how it can negatively effect the view people have of you. Some relationships end very badly and can cause some serious damage to the people concerned. And it can become all consuming for awhile..the trick is to know when to let go, when to stop allowing the negativity to consume your thoughts.. and when to stop talking about it. I don’t think I am bitter or twisted individual,there was a time when...
I cannot tell a lie…
_Paint_Me_Pink_&_Spank_Me_With_Rubber_ ..I understand that I am not easy..in fact I will normally tell you right away that complicated is my middle name along with difficult, unreadable, impatient, brilliant, naughty and dorothy.. I blame my parents for the naming bit.. “Briget Complicated Difficult Unreadable Impatient Brilliant Naughty Dorothy Ferguson” Not my fault as you can see..It’s a burden really! Anyway.. so as much as I know this to be true I still want people to be nice to me, at the very least civil, you understand me so far? So why are people such assholes to me? I actually getting very tired of the bullshit. I want people to either be respectful and polite to me or they must just FOAD.. Fair request I think. It isnt like I go...
Ghandi speaks..
I have spent many many days reflecting on my situation and pondering all the possibilities available to me with regards to revenge and making Arsefuk pay for his stupid arrogant and hurtful attitude to my boys.. And while I was at it I thought about the other negative influences in my life and ways to remove them aswell.. And it was fun, thinking of the multitude of methods at my disposal that would make them aware of their frailties and would probably make me feel a damn site better! But rational kicked in somewhere along the way unfortunately, I remembered something that Ghandi once said that reminded me that vengeance is probably not the answer after all. Gandhi once said “I object to violence because when it appears to do GOOD, the GOOD is only...
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