Can’t stop crying. I was triggered by a jerk at the store who went off on me for saying “fuck it” when I decided I didn’t want to wait in the long line for lunch meat. There were no children around, I wasn’t upset, but apparently I am white trash. Now I am prepping for my 2 and a half hour drive to pickup my kids from my abusive. Keep thinking about how I messed up my life marrying the wrong man. Lots of thoughts of cutting but no drinking and no cutting. Life is just feeling like bullshit. Might try and catch my friend after I get back for a pop. Definitely not ready to return to work tomorrow.
there are no solutions there is no such thing as being heardi don’t know how any of y’all have done what you’ve doneI don’t know what else I can do. I feel done.
It wasn't IT trouble that kept me from logging on this time on my trip between Mexico and the US. It was a series of travel mishaps such as I haven't seen on a trip in years. Weather canceled a connecting flight that left me grounded for 24 hours unexpectedly in New York City. From there on it was a sequel of one of Chevy Chase's "Vacation" movies, y'all. Holy cow. It's good to be home,...