I so don’t need this right now.
I don’t need Army to text me like everything is normal.
I don’t need him to go on about how his dad was diagnosed with cancer and that’s why he’s been an asshole lately.
I don’t need him to congratulate me on all my new responsibilities at my job.
I don’t need him to try and offer advice on the crippling and weird back/side pain I’ve been having for a couple days now.
I don’t want things to go back.
No. No no no no no.
I stepped off that roller coaster. I am not even on the ride anymore. I don’t need these fucking ups and downs anymore. I don’t need it. I don’t want it.
I haven’t had any issues or remorse over the past three weeks. At all.
But…I miss him when he talks to me.
This is just so much fucking with my head that I don’t need right now.
I don’t I don’t I don’t.
I was so close to normal and now it’s just completely fucked.
Fucking men and their goddamn pull. Just fucking don’t talk to him. It isn’t hard. Just stop looking at his texts. Block him on fucking Facebook. Just look away goddammit.
Why can’t I? I hate myself so much right now. So much. I just want the swirling to stop stop stop stop.
And another thought peels away from the collective.
There are razor blades in our desk still…
No no no no no. I’ve been so good. I’ve been so good.
Doesn’t matter. Badgirl always needs punished. Always.
Fuck fuck fuck.
I don’t need this today.
I need help.
I can’t ask for help. I’m a lady. Ladies handle it themselves.
Gotta keep it fucking together.
“Go and fix your make up, girl, it’s just a break up
Run and hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady
‘Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
Even when you fall apart”
-Miranda Lambert, Mama’s Broken Heart
I’ve come to conclusion that men are simply not worth all this bullshit.
No shit. Let’s just fucking get rid of all the asshats. Good god.
Love that Miranda song and in my old age I am in agreement men are assholes! Even if I am married to one! Good luck!
Thank you. I’ll try not to marry one. That’s my main goal. Lol.
hahahaha That was my main goal too and I succeeded until I was 42. Now I wonder why???
I think it’s that damn vagina. It seeks self-destruction.
some people are so toxic to us that even if their actions are innocent or positive, the effect they have on us is damaging.
you said you were doing much better for three weeks and it was in conjunction with no contact from him.
he can take care of his life and his responsibilities and even his feelings, you don’t need to engage with him for his sake and it sounds like it is detrimental to you when you do.
stay safe please. we care about you.
Thank you so much for your thoughts. They are very enlightening. It is hard to just rip myself away from someone I had so involved for over two years of my life.
Trying to stay safe.
So sorry for the struggle. Good and healing thoughts to you.