It has been a long time since the last time I ever full out, soul shaking cried. I'm a big believer that money chooses who it wants to grace. The past few months have been taxing financially and mentally. I'd had the last straw.
After my online interview, which I never got past twenty mins into because it was botched by Flash Player screwing up, I went back into the room where C was still sleeping crawled under his arms and let it all out.
Sure, it felt good but it diet sole anything.
C says there are two types of people when it comes to dealing, those who deal and those who are dealt with.
I have a feeling I'm the latter.
Compartmentalizing is the name and ignoring is the game. Everything's fine, peachy keen, nothing else could possibly go wrong. WRONG.
It's piling up.
But we must plow through. We must succeed!
It helps to have people who can talk you down from a ledge.
It's just me, my ramblings and the elevator music in my head.
Me: bi, reformed wild-child turned mom and house maid LOL
Crux: straight/hypersexual, possibly mono?
BC: our son, 5 years
CM: second son 9 months.
Mouse: girlfriend! Status new, feelings not so much.