it isn’t…
OK, I admit, this is thé week of the month… So, I feel sentimental, I can’t put things into perspective and I feel everyone is against me… So this post won’t be balanced…
Our daughter is staying with her fairy godmothers… We both work and day care is closed, on holidays. You might think this is a perfect moment to relax, enjoy freedom, do and eat whatever you want… Well, we do all these except enjoying… PMS-blues… And then we start discussing our situation and we know where we are heading to and it makes us cry…
A few week ago we got news we might enrol in a TV-show to redecorate our house to make it more attractive to potential buyers… Today we got the rejection call… Shit! We really need to get that stupid house sold to free ourselves from any debts… Don’t know how to handle this…
Another few days and I’ll be leaving on holidays… I’ll visit my mum in Spain with our daughter… On one hand I’m looking forward to it. I haven’t seen her since May 2007 and it’s great to be somewhere where I don’t have any obligations, except making sure our daughter isn’t getting herself hurt. On the other hand I know she won’t avoid discussing our marital situation and although I’m all grown up, it’s incredible how much influence her words have on me… So, I’m also afraid… And while I’ll be in Spain my wife will be lying in her lover’s arms… Which doesn’t help…
OK, yell at me… Because I’m not enjoying life, because I have no self-respect, because I’m wallowing in self-pity, because I’m whining… It’s PMS guys! It’s the one time I’m allowed to… So, get lost, and let me feel miserable. All I ask is a hug once in a while, even if it’s an internet one…
Ojos
Todo de alguna forma tomara su lugar, lo único que no se vale es que permitas que la pena y desesperación que sientes te haga olvidar que TÜ eres lo más importante.
Hartos apapachos