I'm hurting
Not just mentally this time, but physically. Don't know if it's the fibromyalgia or because I was so rough and determined to get the food out last night, which didn't come out. I went to bed just hating myself and wishing I was dead.
I woke up looking and feeling like shit. Since I didn't get much sleep, I tried to take a nap, but there was so much fucking noise outside that I wanted to scream. Bob came home and asked me if I was okay. I couldn't hide my big puffy eyes. He was sweet and asked me what he could do to make me feel better. Damn, I feel so fucking guilty. He is a wonderful man that married a totally fucked up person that wants to die. If he only knew...
On the good side, Lola & Mac are making me smile. Right now, Lola is sleeping in her little cat tree on her back with her legs spread. It's funny and cute and I want to go kiss her, but I don't want to wake her.
I woke up looking and feeling like shit. Since I didn't get much sleep, I tried to take a nap, but there was so much fucking noise outside that I wanted to scream. Bob came home and asked me if I was okay. I couldn't hide my big puffy eyes. He was sweet and asked me what he could do to make me feel better. Damn, I feel so fucking guilty. He is a wonderful man that married a totally fucked up person that wants to die. If he only knew...
On the good side, Lola & Mac are making me smile. Right now, Lola is sleeping in her little cat tree on her back with her legs spread. It's funny and cute and I want to go kiss her, but I don't want to wake her.