Feeling sorry for myself.
My mom left and now I’m lonely. She drove me crazy while she was here and now I wish she were here with me again.
I’m sad because I’m not pregnant and two wonderful people I know just announced and I’m so happy for them but so sad for me…
I turn 36 on Sunday. I used to not worry about getting older and loved my birthday but this year I hate it.
I’m so worried about my new little Winston. What if I do something wrong and he gets hurt or sick? If I can’t keep a puppy than I definitely can’t have a baby.
Sometimes I feel like I’m being tested or cheated. Life isn’t fair. In so many ways my life is incredible. But in others, it is unfair. I am trying to focus on the incredible things.
So in about 5 minutes, I’ll end my pity party and pick myself off the kitchen floor and move along…