God
Oh my god I hate it when Shane's away....I want him to come home which won't be until next week. He's been gone a week already and I'm going freaking bonkers. Saddled with a new pup and he has Chasey in Canada...Ash or (Acheron) is our newest addition to the family. Shane's the master of animals in this house..he's the trainer genius of the family and I just hope I can do half the job he did with Chasey with Ash. He's not had any accidents in the house so far but I go back to work next week and I'm not feeling up to it.
My emotions lately have been torn to shit and I hate losing control of myself. That is the worst feeling for a control freak. Crying hysterically at the drop of the hat for one reason or another. Watched a movie last night and sobbed all the way through it.
It's too quiet in this house...I want my Shane to come home so I can snuggle up to him and just............sleep. I can't sleep when he's not here....
I miss "my" family. Spending as much time at my parents as I can to try to not be by myself all the time. This stint of time off work has not been the rest I needed. I don't know what I'm going to do. The more steps I take to improve my health the more steps backward I seem to take. I may have to go on insulin soon and that scares the fuck out of me.
My uncle Jean is very sick. My dad's last brother........fucked up part about this was he just lost two brothers two years ago a month apart to illness and we just lost Billy in January.....isn't there supposed to be a limit on how much a person can deal with?
My emotions lately have been torn to shit and I hate losing control of myself. That is the worst feeling for a control freak. Crying hysterically at the drop of the hat for one reason or another. Watched a movie last night and sobbed all the way through it.
It's too quiet in this house...I want my Shane to come home so I can snuggle up to him and just............sleep. I can't sleep when he's not here....
I miss "my" family. Spending as much time at my parents as I can to try to not be by myself all the time. This stint of time off work has not been the rest I needed. I don't know what I'm going to do. The more steps I take to improve my health the more steps backward I seem to take. I may have to go on insulin soon and that scares the fuck out of me.
My uncle Jean is very sick. My dad's last brother........fucked up part about this was he just lost two brothers two years ago a month apart to illness and we just lost Billy in January.....isn't there supposed to be a limit on how much a person can deal with?