*cure my tragedy*
i'm actually almost at the point of crying.
i'm so sick of all this wedding shit.
i was so excited up until about a half hour ago...and then it all hit me
i'm so sick of hearing how i didn't do anything for this wedding. and i'm sick of listening to my mom bitch at me outta nowhere for no reason. and i tried to understand that she's stressed out. but does anybody think i'm not? did anybody care about the money i, myself have put into this? nope. and then a couple weeks ago i get to listen to cathy tell me that i don't understand what she's going through...
guess what? you're right. i don't know what it's like to plan a wedding, let alone deal with a second one.
all of this shit makes me never want to do it. and it almost makes me not want to have kids. because i never want to stress out and treat my kids like that.
part of me just wants to be alone....for the rest of my life.
things seem easier that way.
i guess the fact that my wrist is still cramping from all the vegetables i cut today and the fact that i just got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the bathroom floor, or the fact that my dress of course ends up being the one that looks the shittiest...was fucked up and doesn't fit right...yeah none of that matters.
or the fact that my two friends get to sit there and have a great time with my mom and cathy while i scrub a toilet...yeah none of that matters either.
i give up...happy wedding mom
i'm so sick of all this wedding shit.
i was so excited up until about a half hour ago...and then it all hit me
i'm so sick of hearing how i didn't do anything for this wedding. and i'm sick of listening to my mom bitch at me outta nowhere for no reason. and i tried to understand that she's stressed out. but does anybody think i'm not? did anybody care about the money i, myself have put into this? nope. and then a couple weeks ago i get to listen to cathy tell me that i don't understand what she's going through...
guess what? you're right. i don't know what it's like to plan a wedding, let alone deal with a second one.
all of this shit makes me never want to do it. and it almost makes me not want to have kids. because i never want to stress out and treat my kids like that.
part of me just wants to be alone....for the rest of my life.
things seem easier that way.
i guess the fact that my wrist is still cramping from all the vegetables i cut today and the fact that i just got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the bathroom floor, or the fact that my dress of course ends up being the one that looks the shittiest...was fucked up and doesn't fit right...yeah none of that matters.
or the fact that my two friends get to sit there and have a great time with my mom and cathy while i scrub a toilet...yeah none of that matters either.
i give up...happy wedding mom