You know what? I hate being alone. Seriously. And I hate what a long distance relationship does to my marriage. Admittedly, it's as much my fault as anything - I don't know how to deal with Hans being gone all the time, and how to squash my insecurities. At the same time, though, it doesn't make it any easier when he's telling me about where he ate ( Read more... )

Those are some of the words that people have been offering up to describe me lately. Not sure why, but it kinda bothers me. I guess because I don't see that there's anything about me that fits those words. There's nothing admiral or inspirational about getting sick; neither is it amazing. It's something that happened. I had/have no control over it ( Read more... )