I hate this day, this week. I feel like life is just taking a big ol’ crap on me. I just want to cry. Body-wracking sobs that might make things better. But will they? I don’t know. I don’t want to surrender to the tears just yet.
Other times I feel empty. Void of any feeling. But I know I’m not. I know I’m still me there inside. Somewhere.
I took him back 2 and a half weeks ago. It has been good until today. Its a long story. Suffice it to say, he’s an emotional mess. Telling me today that he doesn’t want to hang out this weekend because he’s in a terrible mood and wants some alone time. We’ve been texting for a few hours now; he’s an emotional mess. Needs therapy. Stressed to the max. Feels like he can’t talk to me about the emotional stuff. So then we’re not connecting on a emotional level. I don’t know what to think. I feel like I’m ruining his life. He assures me this isn’t the truth.
So there’s that.
Between that, my hip still hurts, someone backed into my car last week (got a nice dent in my door!) I had to get a temporary crown on my tooth today because the dentist says there is not a lot of tooth left, so we will start here and go from there. Add my check engine light to that (which I still haven’t gotten that looked at!). It’s been a rough several days.
I need a hug. Or something.
Runnin' Down a Dream 