Cried of the Valkyries
There are two types of women in this world… Those who despise cheaters and those who cheat. And when you get a group of those women who despise cheaters together (usually, these are women who were once cheated on), then it’s amazing to what lengths those women are willing to go to punish either the cheating men, or the women that they are cheating with. I have had several offers from friends to take a trip to “beat down” a cheating partner on my behalf. It’s a sad but somewhat amusing sisterhood of collective pain.
I’ve discovered that I hate the bra I’m currently wearing. It’s the right size, and the brand that usually fits well, but this style… Ugh. If I wasn’t fat… well, nah, it would not be a good thing for me to be in shape until I get my heart together… otherwise… I’d be a bad girl.
Speaking of fat chicks… Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not a good thing for thick-chicks to wear briefs or boyshorts under their pants. I’m sorry, but nothing draws my unwilling attention more the ginormous panty lines of a big girl’s granny-panties. They make plus-size thongs, you know. They make them for a reason. 0_0
I’m trying like hell to force a change in my life… and methinks that’s the problem. I don’t know why it’s so hard to do what is right, even though I WANT to… So I plan to just spend as much time as I can soaking up the Word and talking to my Father… and asking, asking, asking Him to change me from the inside. I keep trying to do what is right and FAILING. So… what can I do??? What exactly, is “my” part?
So confused… so… broken? Beaten down, maybe? Wishing that I had more answers rather than so many questions. *sigh*
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