Friday
25 February 2000 |
Reading: Memnoch the Devil - Anne Rice (done!) Pawn of
Prophesy - David Eddings (only the millionth time)
Listening: Adam Ant - Wonderful Thinking: Why me? (pitiful mental howl) Drinking: don't I wish Ok-o-meter: I hope you are joking Quote for the day: Life's a bitch, and then you come home from work. Weather report: Who wants to open her eyes long enough to see? ****LIFE STORY WARNING!**** My life has been a series of mistakes
and failures. Nothing works better if I need to give a good cry than
to think about what one big failure is my life. First, let's just
start with high school (cuz it's easiest, and puberty would take too long).
I was not popular or particularly well liked (no, say it ain't so!) and
yes, I did care. I had a good boyfriend (eventually) but he went
to a different school, and my friends didn't really like him anyways.
I didn't care what they thought about him -- I thought he was perfect.
My friends were cool, to me, but they were as strange as I was so they
didn't count to lessen my teenage angst. I didn't particularly think
I was pretty (I thought I was pretty ugly, but that was 15). I look
back and realize I was good looking but that doesn't help me now.
I was horribly shy -- to the point that walking across campus was sometimes
painful (are they staring at me, does my butt shake, do I have dirt on
my butt?) Then my boyfrind broke up with me (I have nothing to compare
you with, so I don't know if you're the best).
Then I move in with a man my mother
had disapproved of since high school. By all rights I should have
been with him after D and I broke up, but when I was lonely and calling
around to all the people in my phone book Wayne was in LA and unreachable
and Paul was home.
I moved in with Wayne and had another child (out of wedlock). Wayne and I got into a lot of fights and there was screaming and yelling and yes, hitting. The cops were called three separate times, by Wayne and I'm surprised he would even chance it, since I was the one getting beat on. No, there was no black eyes or broken bones, but we both have teeth scars and I did manage to straighten one of my stubborn, crooked teeth on his hand once. The cops told us "you do know that this is not a healthy realationship, don't you?" All we could do was laugh. His drugs and my inability to leave was, at best "unhealthy". Well. He has been off drugs for the past four years (it finally got through that no matter how hard it was for me or the fact that I had nowhere to go, that I was going to leave and one of those days he wasn't going to be able to stop me.) and I have a job, such as it is. I could leave right now, and sometimes I still want to. I have gone from being my parent's daughter to my husband's wife to my greatest admirer's best nightmare. I have never been on my own and sometimes it seems like too much to bear. I keep on, doing my best and occasionally life really sucks, but I hope it gets better. I'm only 25, this can't be all there is. no more pity please On a better note, went and did
my taxes tonight and it was good news! Woo hoo! Bills
are going to get chucks bitten out of them and chewed like a Black Angus
dinner!
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