This one's a doozy. Had a very bad night, and am feeling very blackened right now, so if you don't want a total and complete downer, don't read.
A watched pot never boils. I don't believe this to be true.
I have been scouring my life, paying attention to every broken, fucked up detail lately, and every so often the pot boils over despite being "watched" oh so intently. Perhaps it's because i'm staring directly at it, that it explodes all over the place.... just every so often.
I was at work today, as i am most days just like everyone else... that's not my complaint. At the end of the night, around 10:30pm, my boss whom i adore to pieces, put me into a training code to let me off the phones for a bit and still manage to be productive. During the last training module, there were examples to help me learn the stuff being taight in a scenario type layout, where they say things like 'if sally wants to upgrade her phone, but jimmy is the one with upgrade elibility, how would you... blah blah blah". Well the last one was about "John, and how he wanted to upgrade his phone" and this sent me on a wildly intense anxiety/panic/sadness attack. Why you ask? Besides the obvious name being repeatedly said over and over and over and over, i think about 20 times?
Well i hate that name. The only "John" i can somewhat stomach is the new baby boy that a friend of mine recently had, and my god is he adorable. Aside from direct reference to him, the adorable baby, the sound of the name John literally makes me cringe to my core.
What's worse; the entire hatteras incident... you know, the one where he tried to throw me out of a 4th story window?... yeah, that came flooding back, because I recall vividly, the enraged violent phsycial fight we had because i purposely smashed his cell phone, (yes purposely and no i'm not sorry) so he couldn't keep sneaking off to text his first mistress. I don't know, i guess i totally snapped. (it was the day after i got home from this vacation from hell, that i discovered Buddhism, fyi) That was such a horribly bad night. I ended up with fractured ribs and collar bone, welts everywhere, bruised thighs, and choke marks on my neck. Seriously... very fucking bad. (not a pity party, i'm past the 'feeling sorry for myself' stages. but it flashed back, so i'm talking about it now because it's relavant to the story).
And what's even WORSE than that??? I stayed. Another 3 years i stayed. What the actual fucking fuck is wrong with me?? I chose to stay with someone who could try to push me through a window, 4 stories up. He had me pinned against the glass, and i could only brace against the window frame to keep the glass from breaking behind me. Unreal.
ANYWAY.. back on track. (sorry, i go on what i call memory tangents sometimes and it kinda spills out). So i was doing this training thing, and his name is all over the screen, over and over and it just slowly crept up on me, bit by bit. Even taking a break and rinsing my face in the loo didn't do the trick as it usually does most other days. So by the time i made it to my car at 12am, i exploded into a much needed, deep sob. It flowed out, and i cried the entire drive home and now i feel tired and almost relieved. And i don't feel stupid at all about it, because it's healthy to let it out, and just sob like a baby when you need to. It's a mechanism designed for exactly that - release.
I hate that he still makes me cry though, but somehow i always feel better afterwards, like a steam valve or something. Like i release something, and then afterwards, when my voice is all raspy and i sound like i have the worst cold in history, it's a reminder that i've fought through another round. Every once in a while, i do think to myself that i wish i were afraid of death, and i didn't believe in reincarnation quite as much as i do... because every so often i do secretly hope to encounter an 18 wheeler doing 140 down Niagara and it just takes me the fuck out. Then it's all "tragic accident" and i get to be done with this shit. Accidents are easier to mourn.
DISCLAIMER: In the words of Freddy Mercury - "mamma, i don't wanna die, but I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all". (pssst... that's supposed to be a hint not to fucking panic. i'm not gonna go kill myself, fuck that. i just look forward to my next life, and dream about it sometimes. fucked, i know. it's hard to explain, but i'm not fuckin suicidal, so chill. i'm just rambling on my blog and i'd never ever, ever.)
*sigh* maybe tomorrow, one of the million places i've applied to will finally call me back, and i'll get a new job that pays just a little better, that i might find a glimmer of interest in, and can get back on my feet. i know money doesn't buy happiness, but it sure causes me alot of undue stress... thanks to John fucking me right over, might i add. My entire situation right now, is a direct result of him totally burning me alive, repeatedly.
My pay this week leaves me $300 short for the few bills i owe. Sooooo...... Mom? AGAIN. Awesome. So glad i'm 35 and can be a real grown up! SUPER DEE FUCKING DUPER. Yeah, i'm gonna get my own place real soon.... can't wait. :/ Seriously, why am i not finding a better job?? I've never, ever had this problem, and i have a tonne of awesome shit on my resume. Ugh.....
I'm bitter, and rusted, and want off with my heart.
Namaste'
M
Tuesday, 12 August 2014
Monday, 11 August 2014
Accounts, of money and events...
Begin big fat rant.
I'll start by saying i'm not over it. I'm getting there, and have made substantial progress, but not 100% yet. How do i know? Because even the slightest little memory or trigger of said memory sends me on a horrendous anxiety attack, with free bonus headache and lump in throat. I'll follow by saying i wish i could just drop it, and not forgive but totally forget.
It's kind of silly even, to say i can't just forget about it. I mean - he really completely fucked me over and abused me mentally, financially, emotionally, spiritually, physically, you name it - he abused it. I swear to <higher power>, the slightest little thing sets me off without my control. Instantly, my stomach drops like being on a roller coaster, and bam - anxiety attack. Out of fucking NO WHERE. A smell, sound, place, time of day, a word, a food, fuck even dandelions. Yes, dandelions give me anxiety.
We were at the park, the day after returning from Hatteras, NC, the trip from hell where i caught him cheating the first time of many, and spent a full week trapped with him on an island, literally. He wanted to do some photos at this park, so he had me lay in the field where there were dandelions everywhere around me. So it's not the flowers that actually do it, it's that i'm associating the flower with this awful memory - hence my wish to just forget him and everything he ever did.
Today's trigger - his account balance. Must be nice to have money coming out of your ass you prick. Got a new bastard child, whom you named after you and conceived while ENGAGED TO ME, so you can force it to live in your shadow of lies, and life is just awesome eh?? Today, i logged onto my banking app to check my balance which was a sad 41 bucks. And saw his balance (we're joint on an account i can't get rid of without having to contact him, but i do not use) of over 3 GRAND.
EVIL SELFISH PRICK PSYCHO ABUSIVE MOTHER FUCKER.
(see blog header, i swear alot, deal with it.)
So that set me right off. I'm now battling a headache, fluttering heart, upset stomach, and overall just feeling like breaking something. I'm just so so SO full of resentment and anger still.
I am so not over it. And i want to be.
And then there's the whole thing where he owes my mother a large sum of cash, to the tune of almost 12 grand for paying his mortgage and bills and child support after he got fired for being a useless fuck. We're taking him to court over it, which will be a delicious kick in the face for him, but it's just prolonging any hope of my forgetting him, so i need it to get done ASAP. So there's that. I can't wait to make him pay her back what he owes. It's not right that my mother works two fucking jobs at her age, so he can live like a king, blowing money left and right on fast food for him and his homewrecker skank.
Ya know, it's just not fucking fair man. The evil that is John is so awful and deep, i can't even begin to try to explain it. He's just the single worst person to ever live, deserves everything that's coming to him, and i hope he's fucking devastated for the rest of his miserable piece of shit life.
And then there's the dating scene. hahahhaha.... i toyed with the thought recently, but nope. I can't deal with it. Simply put. Dating is suposed to be fun, and butterflies, and can't wait to see you..... instead i panic and begin to sabotage the relationship immediately, because i can't trust a man not to be another John. That in itself is horrible. And the ones i find attractive, whom i think "hmmm, maybe i could trust you" - are always in a fucking relationship. UGH. And i'm no homewrecker. That's Amber's job.
I really do wish i would meet "the one". Maybe i already did.... I do believe in fate and hope it's my turn soon. It's just that "the one" will have to be willing to know my dark gross past, and still love me despite being a broken toy. I just need a little glue and tape and i'll be fine! haha....
It has nothing to do with money or anything related to it.... it's everything to do with just having someone to kiss when i feel like it, or be excited to see at the end of the day. Someone to sit and talk with, be it at the beach or laying on the grass in the backyard.
Lately, i have been more and more torn between being single and wanting to be with someone again. I have lonely nights, but freedom filled days, and while the freedom is awesome the being alone when everyone else has someone, is beginning to really wear on me.
I don't by any means begrudge any of my friends for being with someone, or being happy... but i do get sick of seeing all the love spread all over everything, 24/7. It's a constant reminder of what i thought i had, and is a constant reminder of what i don't have now, nor will I ever have i don't think.
Before you say the cliche "you'll meet someone, you just haven't met the right guy"... spare me the poetry. My walls are up so high, i don't know if i'll ever let "him" in. I may have already met him, and shunned him out of fear.
Good thing i'm a very good actress, or no one would wanna be around me. I'm thankful for my strange way of going numb on command, if someone approaches or is within eye sight. Half a second, and bam. Oh haaaayyyy!!! How are ya??! I'm great!
FML. Maybe i am a socio-something or other. No seriously. It's not normal that i can do that, and hide my blackness. *shrugs..... defense mechanism i guess.
And this is why i wanna just fucking disappear. But the consequences of leaving those i love behind, is what keeps me here.... i wanna leave so badly, but i can't do it.
Maybe once the whole court thing is done, and maybe once i find a new job, and maybe once i can afford to be a grown up, I'll feel better.
I should actually finish writing the story of John and sell it. It's so god damn dramatic and fucking unbelievable, people would buy it, and make it into a movie!! There's a few details i won't be writing or sharing though... too dark and terrible to mention. But the majority of what I'm willing to share is dramatic enough, that's for sure! And, he'd likely end up in prison if i published what he's done. Hmmmm.....
End big fat rant. I'm good now. Needed to bitch it out.
I'll start by saying i'm not over it. I'm getting there, and have made substantial progress, but not 100% yet. How do i know? Because even the slightest little memory or trigger of said memory sends me on a horrendous anxiety attack, with free bonus headache and lump in throat. I'll follow by saying i wish i could just drop it, and not forgive but totally forget.
It's kind of silly even, to say i can't just forget about it. I mean - he really completely fucked me over and abused me mentally, financially, emotionally, spiritually, physically, you name it - he abused it. I swear to <higher power>, the slightest little thing sets me off without my control. Instantly, my stomach drops like being on a roller coaster, and bam - anxiety attack. Out of fucking NO WHERE. A smell, sound, place, time of day, a word, a food, fuck even dandelions. Yes, dandelions give me anxiety.
We were at the park, the day after returning from Hatteras, NC, the trip from hell where i caught him cheating the first time of many, and spent a full week trapped with him on an island, literally. He wanted to do some photos at this park, so he had me lay in the field where there were dandelions everywhere around me. So it's not the flowers that actually do it, it's that i'm associating the flower with this awful memory - hence my wish to just forget him and everything he ever did.
Today's trigger - his account balance. Must be nice to have money coming out of your ass you prick. Got a new bastard child, whom you named after you and conceived while ENGAGED TO ME, so you can force it to live in your shadow of lies, and life is just awesome eh?? Today, i logged onto my banking app to check my balance which was a sad 41 bucks. And saw his balance (we're joint on an account i can't get rid of without having to contact him, but i do not use) of over 3 GRAND.
EVIL SELFISH PRICK PSYCHO ABUSIVE MOTHER FUCKER.
(see blog header, i swear alot, deal with it.)
So that set me right off. I'm now battling a headache, fluttering heart, upset stomach, and overall just feeling like breaking something. I'm just so so SO full of resentment and anger still.
I am so not over it. And i want to be.
And then there's the whole thing where he owes my mother a large sum of cash, to the tune of almost 12 grand for paying his mortgage and bills and child support after he got fired for being a useless fuck. We're taking him to court over it, which will be a delicious kick in the face for him, but it's just prolonging any hope of my forgetting him, so i need it to get done ASAP. So there's that. I can't wait to make him pay her back what he owes. It's not right that my mother works two fucking jobs at her age, so he can live like a king, blowing money left and right on fast food for him and his homewrecker skank.
Ya know, it's just not fucking fair man. The evil that is John is so awful and deep, i can't even begin to try to explain it. He's just the single worst person to ever live, deserves everything that's coming to him, and i hope he's fucking devastated for the rest of his miserable piece of shit life.
And then there's the dating scene. hahahhaha.... i toyed with the thought recently, but nope. I can't deal with it. Simply put. Dating is suposed to be fun, and butterflies, and can't wait to see you..... instead i panic and begin to sabotage the relationship immediately, because i can't trust a man not to be another John. That in itself is horrible. And the ones i find attractive, whom i think "hmmm, maybe i could trust you" - are always in a fucking relationship. UGH. And i'm no homewrecker. That's Amber's job.
I really do wish i would meet "the one". Maybe i already did.... I do believe in fate and hope it's my turn soon. It's just that "the one" will have to be willing to know my dark gross past, and still love me despite being a broken toy. I just need a little glue and tape and i'll be fine! haha....
It has nothing to do with money or anything related to it.... it's everything to do with just having someone to kiss when i feel like it, or be excited to see at the end of the day. Someone to sit and talk with, be it at the beach or laying on the grass in the backyard.
Lately, i have been more and more torn between being single and wanting to be with someone again. I have lonely nights, but freedom filled days, and while the freedom is awesome the being alone when everyone else has someone, is beginning to really wear on me.
I don't by any means begrudge any of my friends for being with someone, or being happy... but i do get sick of seeing all the love spread all over everything, 24/7. It's a constant reminder of what i thought i had, and is a constant reminder of what i don't have now, nor will I ever have i don't think.
Before you say the cliche "you'll meet someone, you just haven't met the right guy"... spare me the poetry. My walls are up so high, i don't know if i'll ever let "him" in. I may have already met him, and shunned him out of fear.
Good thing i'm a very good actress, or no one would wanna be around me. I'm thankful for my strange way of going numb on command, if someone approaches or is within eye sight. Half a second, and bam. Oh haaaayyyy!!! How are ya??! I'm great!
FML. Maybe i am a socio-something or other. No seriously. It's not normal that i can do that, and hide my blackness. *shrugs..... defense mechanism i guess.
And this is why i wanna just fucking disappear. But the consequences of leaving those i love behind, is what keeps me here.... i wanna leave so badly, but i can't do it.
Maybe once the whole court thing is done, and maybe once i find a new job, and maybe once i can afford to be a grown up, I'll feel better.
I should actually finish writing the story of John and sell it. It's so god damn dramatic and fucking unbelievable, people would buy it, and make it into a movie!! There's a few details i won't be writing or sharing though... too dark and terrible to mention. But the majority of what I'm willing to share is dramatic enough, that's for sure! And, he'd likely end up in prison if i published what he's done. Hmmmm.....
End big fat rant. I'm good now. Needed to bitch it out.
Wednesday, 18 June 2014
Flashbacks CAN Be Nice... I think...
I was driving home tonight, from my fuck-terrible job that i hate. I had a pretty bad day emotionally today. Alot of anxiety, and even a break down in the ladies room. I was supposed to get my "hiring" bonus, and my boss told me she was told today it was supposed to be paid out. I started in Feb, and it's almost fuckin JULY, soooo HIRING BONUS?? How about "been workin' here for four months" bonus?!!
Anyway, long story short, after an emotional swamp of a day, i was thinking about stuff, and had a random flashback. I remembered when i was in Hatteras (near Avon, NC) on vacation with the prick and some other friends, and i had found out about the first time he cheated and lied. It was a terrible vacation to say the very very least. On one of the mornings, everyone was awake, and having breakfast and carrying on like life was grand, John included because he's a piece of shit... and i remembered laying in bed, looking out the window, crying my eyes out, and saying over and over again: "i want my mom". It was like i reverted back to childhood, and i just wanted nothing more than my mom.
Here's the view i'm talking about... not a great photo, since i wasn't really allowed to touch the cameras and didn't "know anything about photography"...
...it's nothing special but i can see this view in my head, and for some reason it's oddly comforting. Something about Hatteras draws me to it, and you'd think it would be the most horrible place on earth, right?? Nope. I want to go back there, SO bad.
Why is this entitled that flashbacks can be nice? Because at the very least, in my darkness and heartache, i just wanted my mom to make me feel better. I remembered when i was little, and how she always made me feel better, or laugh when i was sad, and always knew what to say to remind me that "tomorrow is a new day, with a new sun".
Anyway, this post is short and sweet, and i just wanted to share my little memory from tonight's drive home. I often have flashbacks, more than i can count in a day to be honest, and they're always so awful and debilitating, but this one was ok.
I don't know... maybe somehow my stupid brain decided to pull a positive out of the hat for once!!
So that's my weird little blog post for the day. It was horrible to be IN that situation at all, but something about wanting my Mom was endearing and kinda sweet i guess? I know this makes zero sense, but to me it makes some sense in my head, so i dunno...
Bedtime i think. Two more shifts at the shittiest shithole ever. Then the weekend!! YAY!! Saturday is my day to just do whatev, gonna bring Jonah (coolest nephew evar) to a beee dayyy partay, and then likely go shoot stuff with my cammy in tow. Cuz you know, i know nothing about photography.... then Sunday i have a Surro-BBQ to shoot with my know nothing photography ( i hope y'all are catchin' the irony and sarcasm), for Ally to celebrate with her surro pals for whom she made wee babes, and help build so so many families.
Namaste'
M
Anyway, long story short, after an emotional swamp of a day, i was thinking about stuff, and had a random flashback. I remembered when i was in Hatteras (near Avon, NC) on vacation with the prick and some other friends, and i had found out about the first time he cheated and lied. It was a terrible vacation to say the very very least. On one of the mornings, everyone was awake, and having breakfast and carrying on like life was grand, John included because he's a piece of shit... and i remembered laying in bed, looking out the window, crying my eyes out, and saying over and over again: "i want my mom". It was like i reverted back to childhood, and i just wanted nothing more than my mom.
Here's the view i'm talking about... not a great photo, since i wasn't really allowed to touch the cameras and didn't "know anything about photography"...
...it's nothing special but i can see this view in my head, and for some reason it's oddly comforting. Something about Hatteras draws me to it, and you'd think it would be the most horrible place on earth, right?? Nope. I want to go back there, SO bad.
Why is this entitled that flashbacks can be nice? Because at the very least, in my darkness and heartache, i just wanted my mom to make me feel better. I remembered when i was little, and how she always made me feel better, or laugh when i was sad, and always knew what to say to remind me that "tomorrow is a new day, with a new sun".
Anyway, this post is short and sweet, and i just wanted to share my little memory from tonight's drive home. I often have flashbacks, more than i can count in a day to be honest, and they're always so awful and debilitating, but this one was ok.
I don't know... maybe somehow my stupid brain decided to pull a positive out of the hat for once!!
So that's my weird little blog post for the day. It was horrible to be IN that situation at all, but something about wanting my Mom was endearing and kinda sweet i guess? I know this makes zero sense, but to me it makes some sense in my head, so i dunno...
Bedtime i think. Two more shifts at the shittiest shithole ever. Then the weekend!! YAY!! Saturday is my day to just do whatev, gonna bring Jonah (coolest nephew evar) to a beee dayyy partay, and then likely go shoot stuff with my cammy in tow. Cuz you know, i know nothing about photography.... then Sunday i have a Surro-BBQ to shoot with my know nothing photography ( i hope y'all are catchin' the irony and sarcasm), for Ally to celebrate with her surro pals for whom she made wee babes, and help build so so many families.
Namaste'
M
Friday, 13 June 2014
Calendar Invites...
Today is June 14th.
I'm not one to really dwell on anniversaries. Usually, I'll briefly acknowledge that on this say, such and such a thing happened, and then get the fuck on with my day.
Today - not so much.
1 year ago, exactly, John walked out the front door - leaving me in a dangerous state, caring nothing at all about my well being, and now that i know where he was rushing off to, it cuts just that much deeper. It already destroyed me when i thought he was going to dog sit. Now that i know he was rushing to see his pregnant homewrecking skank, it's just that much worse.
And it's not a "i'm so sad, i miss him" kind of grief.... FUCK NO.
It's a "how the fuck could he leave me in the state i was in?" I just cannot get my head around that. I don't think i ever will. Like seriously, how does a person just go hop in the car, and fuck off like that??
But yeah... a year ago, today he had to pry me from holding him, literally throwing me to the floor, and left forever.
(don't worry, it was a blessing, i know)
I hadn't even thought of it until my god damn google calendar reminder popped up, to lovingly punch me in the face with this information... because for some fucked up reason, i set a reminder for it. ?? I don't even recall doing it... maybe in the aftermath of the rampage, i wanted to remember it? I'll never understand that, but well here i am, remembering it.
The trouble is, there are countless calendar reminders, and dates to remember, for all of the horrific events. And it's not the date that's flooded back... it's the mini movie my mind is replaying now, over and over again, that i had managed to totally block out, and not think of until now.
Anyway, that's not to say i haven't made much progress since one year ago. Much growth. Much change. I am doing much better now... getting there, one trigger at a time :)
I'm in purge mode right now too. I'm finally completing my move from Hamilton, back home and am purging 99% of what i own. Not because it's garbage, but because i don't need constant reminders.
Come fall, i'll hopefully be on my feet like a real grown up, and begin again.
I cannot wait for the day i begin again, and i crave that first day, on my own, all brand new - the past forgotten. it has nothing to do with "my own place/space/stuff" - it's got everything to do with the symbolism behind it.
*sigh*
Namaste'
I'm not one to really dwell on anniversaries. Usually, I'll briefly acknowledge that on this say, such and such a thing happened, and then get the fuck on with my day.
Today - not so much.
1 year ago, exactly, John walked out the front door - leaving me in a dangerous state, caring nothing at all about my well being, and now that i know where he was rushing off to, it cuts just that much deeper. It already destroyed me when i thought he was going to dog sit. Now that i know he was rushing to see his pregnant homewrecking skank, it's just that much worse.
And it's not a "i'm so sad, i miss him" kind of grief.... FUCK NO.
It's a "how the fuck could he leave me in the state i was in?" I just cannot get my head around that. I don't think i ever will. Like seriously, how does a person just go hop in the car, and fuck off like that??
But yeah... a year ago, today he had to pry me from holding him, literally throwing me to the floor, and left forever.
(don't worry, it was a blessing, i know)
I hadn't even thought of it until my god damn google calendar reminder popped up, to lovingly punch me in the face with this information... because for some fucked up reason, i set a reminder for it. ?? I don't even recall doing it... maybe in the aftermath of the rampage, i wanted to remember it? I'll never understand that, but well here i am, remembering it.
The trouble is, there are countless calendar reminders, and dates to remember, for all of the horrific events. And it's not the date that's flooded back... it's the mini movie my mind is replaying now, over and over again, that i had managed to totally block out, and not think of until now.
Anyway, that's not to say i haven't made much progress since one year ago. Much growth. Much change. I am doing much better now... getting there, one trigger at a time :)
I'm in purge mode right now too. I'm finally completing my move from Hamilton, back home and am purging 99% of what i own. Not because it's garbage, but because i don't need constant reminders.
Come fall, i'll hopefully be on my feet like a real grown up, and begin again.
I cannot wait for the day i begin again, and i crave that first day, on my own, all brand new - the past forgotten. it has nothing to do with "my own place/space/stuff" - it's got everything to do with the symbolism behind it.
*sigh*
Namaste'
Friday, 14 February 2014
Shift in the Tides...
So i finally quit my lame ass job, once and for all. I've been miserable there for a long time for a long list of reasons i'll not get into for the fear of breaching some privacy nonsense i probably signed eons ago. Simply put - my soul died when i parked my car every day, and now i'm free of it. It's just sad because i was happy at my job when i was back home. It was just such a fun place to be, great people, no stabbing. The hammer, not so much. I've never worked in a place so full of gossip in my life man.
Anyway, yeah so i start a new job on Tuesday, which is just a job, very simply put. Nothing to brag about, but certainly where i want to be, which is back in Welland where i belong. I can't say it enough - i miss my friends and family. I'm homesick. And i cannot wait to go home.
So that's the newest excitement happening in my world! Moving home! Finally. I should never have moved here to begin with, but what did i know? Nothing apparently, except being married to satan. Ugh, here it comes... boiling to the surface, i feel a rant coming on.
Honestly, if John died in a firey car crash, which i do not wish upon him because no matter what he's done to me i don't wish death on anyone but child molesters, but if he did - i would not be saddened by this event. Bye... you selfish, evil, sadist. I haven't let it go yet. I do want to, and i look forward to the day i don't think about what he did to me, and when that day comes my heart will feel lighter, and I'll be free. I by no means miss him. I can't stress that enough. I have absolutely NO "miss" left. It's the "how could you" that's lingering, and making me very fucking angry every single day, and keeping me awake at night. And the steady anxiety "rushes", like the dropping feeling you get on a roller coaster when you go over that very first big curve and suddenly drop, then you know the feeling. Like butterflies with steak knives. it's actually a physical sensation, which is weird. Under the boos, and above the belly button - that whole front tummy area... knots. About 57 times a day. :/
"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Like resignation to the end, always the end."
I think I'm addicted to it, but i don't want it. But i think about it every. single. day. That's fucked up man.The slightest little things trigger me too.... a scent, a song, someone's coffee order, a color, a street name, certain foods, random sounds, tv shows, you fucking name it, there's some link to John in it. GOD DAMMIT.
He got her pregnant by the way. The little home wrecking skeeze. Amber the dirty slut is going to have his crotch dropping bastard child, and they will be the worst parents, with the worst morals, setting the worst example. Poor kid. And the best part is they conceived it while I was still with him. Cute eh? Makes me fucking sick.
Too harsh? Don't read my blog then. Sorry... i'm just not up for debating.
Annnnnnway, aside from my constant loathing hate for John Leslie Bishop who gets no anonymity because he's a wasteful piece of shit, my life is okay i guess. I'm not happy in my heart yet, but i know i will be better next week. Moving home, and beginning again is exactly what i needed. Right this minute, i'm not okay, but in like 72 hours I'll be much better! (at least that's the plan).
Sometimes when i write these things, and publish them on the internet, i question if i should be doing so. Does this make me look bad? Or am i expressing my right to free speech, and venting in the only form i know which is writing? Either or, i don't care much.
I am finally moving home. That is the best thing ever. And i have Ally and Jack to thank directly for the possibility. I'll be staying with them, pitching in only what i'm able to when i can until my lease here in Hamilton is done. That kind of generosity is few and far between now a days. Everyone is always looking for ways to get theirs. How can i get my money, what's in it for me, how do I win? Not these people. They're opening their home, and literally GIVING me the chance to get the fucking fuck out of this hell hole, as soon as possible. I'll get them back for this. And they won't even know what hit them. Some how, i don't know how, but i'll somehow give this back ten fold.
*sigh* it's late... i need to sleep. But that's all i seem to do anymore, is sleep. I love the safety of my bedroom. I go in there, and close the door, and i have all my stuff, and no one can mess with me when i'm in my hole. I don't have to talk to anyone, or deal with anything, and it's quiet and clean and calm. I'm hoping my outlook changes effective Monday. Otherwise i'm sure Ally will drag me out by my ankles, hahaha :)
K, so yeah.... fuck John, yay for moving, and cheers to shedding my skin.
Peace.
Anyway, yeah so i start a new job on Tuesday, which is just a job, very simply put. Nothing to brag about, but certainly where i want to be, which is back in Welland where i belong. I can't say it enough - i miss my friends and family. I'm homesick. And i cannot wait to go home.
So that's the newest excitement happening in my world! Moving home! Finally. I should never have moved here to begin with, but what did i know? Nothing apparently, except being married to satan. Ugh, here it comes... boiling to the surface, i feel a rant coming on.
Honestly, if John died in a firey car crash, which i do not wish upon him because no matter what he's done to me i don't wish death on anyone but child molesters, but if he did - i would not be saddened by this event. Bye... you selfish, evil, sadist. I haven't let it go yet. I do want to, and i look forward to the day i don't think about what he did to me, and when that day comes my heart will feel lighter, and I'll be free. I by no means miss him. I can't stress that enough. I have absolutely NO "miss" left. It's the "how could you" that's lingering, and making me very fucking angry every single day, and keeping me awake at night. And the steady anxiety "rushes", like the dropping feeling you get on a roller coaster when you go over that very first big curve and suddenly drop, then you know the feeling. Like butterflies with steak knives. it's actually a physical sensation, which is weird. Under the boos, and above the belly button - that whole front tummy area... knots. About 57 times a day. :/
"You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness. Like resignation to the end, always the end."
I think I'm addicted to it, but i don't want it. But i think about it every. single. day. That's fucked up man.The slightest little things trigger me too.... a scent, a song, someone's coffee order, a color, a street name, certain foods, random sounds, tv shows, you fucking name it, there's some link to John in it. GOD DAMMIT.
He got her pregnant by the way. The little home wrecking skeeze. Amber the dirty slut is going to have his crotch dropping bastard child, and they will be the worst parents, with the worst morals, setting the worst example. Poor kid. And the best part is they conceived it while I was still with him. Cute eh? Makes me fucking sick.
Too harsh? Don't read my blog then. Sorry... i'm just not up for debating.
Annnnnnway, aside from my constant loathing hate for John Leslie Bishop who gets no anonymity because he's a wasteful piece of shit, my life is okay i guess. I'm not happy in my heart yet, but i know i will be better next week. Moving home, and beginning again is exactly what i needed. Right this minute, i'm not okay, but in like 72 hours I'll be much better! (at least that's the plan).
Sometimes when i write these things, and publish them on the internet, i question if i should be doing so. Does this make me look bad? Or am i expressing my right to free speech, and venting in the only form i know which is writing? Either or, i don't care much.
I am finally moving home. That is the best thing ever. And i have Ally and Jack to thank directly for the possibility. I'll be staying with them, pitching in only what i'm able to when i can until my lease here in Hamilton is done. That kind of generosity is few and far between now a days. Everyone is always looking for ways to get theirs. How can i get my money, what's in it for me, how do I win? Not these people. They're opening their home, and literally GIVING me the chance to get the fucking fuck out of this hell hole, as soon as possible. I'll get them back for this. And they won't even know what hit them. Some how, i don't know how, but i'll somehow give this back ten fold.
*sigh* it's late... i need to sleep. But that's all i seem to do anymore, is sleep. I love the safety of my bedroom. I go in there, and close the door, and i have all my stuff, and no one can mess with me when i'm in my hole. I don't have to talk to anyone, or deal with anything, and it's quiet and clean and calm. I'm hoping my outlook changes effective Monday. Otherwise i'm sure Ally will drag me out by my ankles, hahaha :)
K, so yeah.... fuck John, yay for moving, and cheers to shedding my skin.
Peace.
Saturday, 4 January 2014
Palm Trees & Photography...
After my last post, where i talked about deleting the dating sites, and just spending some time being with myself...i developed and grew just a touch, cuz i mean it was only like 3 months ago....but anyway...i took a little breather :)
So it's now 2014. A brand new year, yes i'm 4 days in, technically 5 if you wanna count that it's after midnight, but whatever. I'm trying to hold onto the positive that's been happening, and just roll with it, but of course in the back of my mind i'm always bracing for impact. But nonetheless, for now i will go along for the ride and just enjoy the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face...despite the mother fucking cold ass winter months.
Seriously Canada...enough already. Look over there... (points to Bali)...don't you want palm trees?? LOL...
Anyway, so my biggest news is my new relationship, whom i cant seem to think of a covername for that starts with an M.... i'll come up with something. (and if you're reading this i change the names of all the real people i mention for their privacy. Just so ya know, lol) Anyway, i'm officially in a new relationship, as of December 9th! Yeah i know, i kinda waited too long to update this thing, but whatever, i've been busy as shit. So yeah, he's slowly earning my trust, and he is fully aware of the total clusterfuck I just came out of earlier this year.... wait.... LAST year. Omg. :) LAST YEAR. hahahaha, fuck you 2013, right in your fat face. You sucked. This could be my year!! Let's pray!
As previously stated, i'm always bracing for impact, because it's going to take a fuckload more than a month to get my guard down, but i'm hopeful and positive..
So the new business venture!! I've started very very VERY small, just feeling the waters... i made a lil' facebook page (facebook.com/silverfoxontario) for my photography ventures/business/stuffs. I'm terrified cuz i absolutley have found my niche. When i'm photographing anything at all, i'm in creative mode like in Minecraft, only there's no mobs or bad weather, and i'm always at full health and have a constant supply of material. Lol, that's actually a very acurate analogy. Haha. I just feel free and calm, and i only focus on my shot. I'm not thinking about the turbulent terrorist attack i just survived, (it's gonna take more than 6 fuckin' months to be healed from it) and i'm just happy. Overall, calm and happy. So photography is the business venture, and Silver Fox is the name i've chosen.
I really hope 2014 is the one. I feel like it is. It's a good number, and good shit is happening so far. I still hate my job and wanna burn the place with everyone in it, but aside from work, which is something i can change, life is seemingly good again!!
As for John...(name not changed, cuz fuck him, that's why). Karma will get him. And i hope it hurts. Nuff said. I will say though, i need to stop thinking about it. I don't think about HIM, i think about the shit he did, and how seriously bad, and some of it criminal it really was. What i'm mulling around is not at all about losing him, cuz BYE.. I've just been thinking how i allowed it, and how weak and pathetic i was, and just overall "how the fuck could you???". That's not me. But it became me, and ate my soul to the point where i still don't truly know who i am completely, but am working on it. I think about it still, every day... always starting or ending with a thought of disgust and sickness, like "how the fuck did you stay with that??"....and "idiot. took you long enough"....and "good thing you almost lost your best friend eh? dumbass." and "how nice, you live in Hamilton now..that was well thought out eh girl?"... fack. It doesn't help that i live in this shithole so i'm looking at it every single day, constantly reminded of what i went through...and somehow survived. I want to stop thinking about it though, honestly. It gives me nothing but anxiety. I hate that i've even typed this many words about it. Let's hope this new year clears all that shit right out!!
K, bed time!
Namaste'
M xoxox
So it's now 2014. A brand new year, yes i'm 4 days in, technically 5 if you wanna count that it's after midnight, but whatever. I'm trying to hold onto the positive that's been happening, and just roll with it, but of course in the back of my mind i'm always bracing for impact. But nonetheless, for now i will go along for the ride and just enjoy the breeze in my hair and the sun on my face...despite the mother fucking cold ass winter months.
Seriously Canada...enough already. Look over there... (points to Bali)...don't you want palm trees?? LOL...
Anyway, so my biggest news is my new relationship, whom i cant seem to think of a covername for that starts with an M.... i'll come up with something. (and if you're reading this i change the names of all the real people i mention for their privacy. Just so ya know, lol) Anyway, i'm officially in a new relationship, as of December 9th! Yeah i know, i kinda waited too long to update this thing, but whatever, i've been busy as shit. So yeah, he's slowly earning my trust, and he is fully aware of the total clusterfuck I just came out of earlier this year.... wait.... LAST year. Omg. :) LAST YEAR. hahahaha, fuck you 2013, right in your fat face. You sucked. This could be my year!! Let's pray!
As previously stated, i'm always bracing for impact, because it's going to take a fuckload more than a month to get my guard down, but i'm hopeful and positive..
So the new business venture!! I've started very very VERY small, just feeling the waters... i made a lil' facebook page (facebook.com/silverfoxontario) for my photography ventures/business/stuffs. I'm terrified cuz i absolutley have found my niche. When i'm photographing anything at all, i'm in creative mode like in Minecraft, only there's no mobs or bad weather, and i'm always at full health and have a constant supply of material. Lol, that's actually a very acurate analogy. Haha. I just feel free and calm, and i only focus on my shot. I'm not thinking about the turbulent terrorist attack i just survived, (it's gonna take more than 6 fuckin' months to be healed from it) and i'm just happy. Overall, calm and happy. So photography is the business venture, and Silver Fox is the name i've chosen.
I really hope 2014 is the one. I feel like it is. It's a good number, and good shit is happening so far. I still hate my job and wanna burn the place with everyone in it, but aside from work, which is something i can change, life is seemingly good again!!
As for John...(name not changed, cuz fuck him, that's why). Karma will get him. And i hope it hurts. Nuff said. I will say though, i need to stop thinking about it. I don't think about HIM, i think about the shit he did, and how seriously bad, and some of it criminal it really was. What i'm mulling around is not at all about losing him, cuz BYE.. I've just been thinking how i allowed it, and how weak and pathetic i was, and just overall "how the fuck could you???". That's not me. But it became me, and ate my soul to the point where i still don't truly know who i am completely, but am working on it. I think about it still, every day... always starting or ending with a thought of disgust and sickness, like "how the fuck did you stay with that??"....and "idiot. took you long enough"....and "good thing you almost lost your best friend eh? dumbass." and "how nice, you live in Hamilton now..that was well thought out eh girl?"... fack. It doesn't help that i live in this shithole so i'm looking at it every single day, constantly reminded of what i went through...and somehow survived. I want to stop thinking about it though, honestly. It gives me nothing but anxiety. I hate that i've even typed this many words about it. Let's hope this new year clears all that shit right out!!
K, bed time!
Namaste'
M xoxox
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