New Lease, Same Life

Those of you that follow my blog, know that I was pretty confident that I had totally screwed up a good thing. But I was wrong. So very wrong. Basically, I had a total melt down and showed my crazy. Instead of walking away, he said, "I'll be there at 7." And since then I have mentioned "my man" a few times on Facebook.  I had someone message me to tell me that they are glad that I will finally be happy. I had another one message me to tell me I shouldn't let my happiness rely so heavily on someone else. Why do people think they know me well enough to make either of those assumptions? And more importantly, why do people think its their place to provide me with their opinion when I haven't asked for it?  If there is one thing I have learned about people in my 39 years, it is that most people don't bother to tell other people what they are thinking. That means that if 2 people took the time to message me, LOTS more are thinking one or the o...

This blog will not be an easy read. There will be no spoons full of sugar to help this go down. It is brutally honest and I won't apologize for it. These are my thoughts and my feelings. They are valid. They are accurate. They are mine. For some, this blog will hurt. It will tear apart your mind, leave scars on your heart and cause your soul to cry out in pain. For that, I apologize. For some, this blog will feel like I crawled inside your mind and wrote down all your secrets. I can't promise you that this blog has a happy ending. I can't promise you that when you get to the end that you will feel like it was worth your time. What I can promise is that what you will read is my truth. If you aren't sure if you are ready for my truth, stop reading. There is no shame in believing what you think you know about me. I presented myself to you in a particular way because it was what I thought was most appropriate for the circumstances in which we met. For those that c...