"Things are bad and only getting worse"
(Parts by Ted Allen)
Now normally while I'm reading that book I'm laughing with my kids about a silly boy who thinks his body is falling apart because a tooth is loose and he found hair in his bush etc......
But today while preparing myself to write this post, that sentience kept popping into my head.
I've sat in front of the screen a few times this week to write out my feelings, but then decide is it any ones business how I'm feeling? Should I tell anyone how unhappy, hurt, scared, sad, and alone I am? Probably not.... this is the blog that friends and family look at to see what my kids are up.
Then last night happened and I have nowhere else to turn because my thoughts are flowing out of me like Niagara falls. I might be writing this and never post it........I guess we'll see when I'm all done.
Last night after a month of feeling so alone that I've felt like a 10 ton building was on my chest, I finally went out to the garage at 1am (Yes, Kevin was out there still) and let it all go.
Should I get into details? I'm guessing not. However, I can tell you that I cried and yelled and punched the couch. All of this happened and by the end I was back in my regular clothes and crashed out on top of our covers at 4am. Not feeling anymore loved or needed.
I'm alone, I left the greatest friends I've ever had back in AZ. Talking to my mother won't help because Kevin is such a good man, good provider, and good father (all so true by the way) how could I dis-like him so much right now? My sister is way to busy in her life to call. Friends here are non-existent. So here ALONE I sit and hope that the next day I won't wake up feeling like I could start crying at the supermarket because I see a couple kissing.
Is it really so bad that my husband never comes to bed with me anymore? Is it really bad that it doesn't dawn on him to kiss me hello or goodbye? (if I kissed him he would resist) Is it so bad he looks past me when he gets home? Or only asks about the kids day? I mean he's a very busy man with lots of responsibilities, and it's not like he yells at me or gets angry with me. He even does the dishes some nights and vacuums on Sunday's. So do I really have it that bad?
Truly even when I ask him does he love me he always says yes. Shouldn't that be enough?
I'm feeling like the fat lady has sung, but really she' not even warming up. Ok I'm done, time to hop off the pity train. There are Nations at war, children starving, women being abused. Me I'm just feeling alone and don't get enough affection.....
Time to get over it honey!!!!
He's the love of your life Ang, you'll never be without him, he's the father of your children, you still feel like a school girl when you see him fresh and clean out of the shower, you still get goosebumps when he rubs his hand down our back, he's the one who puts a Dr. Pepper in the freezer 20 minutes before you watch a movie so it's frosty for you. He's the ONE and that's enough to get you through ANYTHING!
Ok that's enough now, no more reading about poor little me. Go back to your regular lives now. I love ya blogspot for letting me feel like I got it out, feel like I'm not going to explode anymore. THANKS