Apr 25, 2011 22:03
Just about locked up today when some client asked me what I was doing special for Mothers Day. Pfft. Then she explained she was asking about ad specials. Ha! Then someone asked what Sophie & I had planned - I think it was Elisha, but I don't remember - and I had to explain that my only hasn't spoken to me since December. Then we talked about tubal reversals and babies.
Mothers Day will from here on replace Valentines Day as far as traumatic holidays, except for my mom, who is awesome and whom I love immensely, Mothers Day can go away as far as I'm concerned.
I want a kid to mother so bad. Elisha's kids are so awesome. I met them today & it was so much fun talking to them. I miss Sophie so fucking bad.
I want my husband to stop feeling so bad and freaking out.
I want my husband to show he cares more and to go off fantasy land less.
I'm so lonely.
My shrink told me that the fact that I dream about Sophie several times a night means I'm not dealing with it. How do I deal with something I can't fix, I asked her. Write a letter to her is her answer for this week. I have a few days before that's due. It'll entail gut wrenching sobbing and I hate that.
So, no, since you asked, my meds aren't working.
I had a great day, then suddenly dropped low. Please don't let me wake up like this. I'm being honored at the senior meals for Volunteer Apprecion day. Jess: you should come get appreciated with me, you're the one typing up the menus!
I will survive my life It will get easier. Business is booming and we're about to explode! I have to concentrate. I just found out the position of Main Street Coordinator is part time and pays. If we get the loan, we can staff better, letting me network more and I WANT THAT JOB.
It doesn't replace her though, not for one second of any day since December. And going to bed hungry sucks, too.