Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of when the dance instructor informed me he couldn't dance with me ever again because of "something else" and I had an episode where I started shaking uncontrollably and he hugged me until it stopped. I'm relieved that I didn't have a breakdown and I've remained functional, even though he kicked me in the butt and vagina on August 8 last year.

It's getting better. I've entered a pinup pageant to help my self esteem. Maybe we've seen the last of my disastrous crushes. Tomorrow is Mother's Day and I can celebrate being a mom.

I took a break from posting to get into a healthier mind frame. I can't change the past. I can only keep moving forward.