Hurt
A short second entry, for today...
I am completely DEVASTATED! I am on the verge of tears, and I feel as though my heart has been ripped out, stomped on, a put back in my chest...Bruised, tattered, and barely beating!
Apparently, all of my ideas to make the Cross Stitch & Picot Afghan, a memory blanket for my mother, are completely horrible.
What? You don't believe me? Well...Just ask my sweetie.
The name. A horrible idea. And, if I did it, it would be so awful, that the afghan would have to be tucked away, and never looked at again.
But, it gets worse.
Apparently, the flower, and the strip of variegated yarn, which I thought was such a wonderful way, to remember Aunt B...Well, they are completely stupid ideas.
I was sitting in the blue recliner, as my sweetie was in the computer room, playing that stupid FarmVille. And, I was told:
"You started out, with the idea of a great afghan, by sticking with the pattern. But, then you want to go, and add all this tacky CRAP!"
Talk about being completely shattered. I want to cry. I want to take my sweetie's afghan, and just unravel it. I want to scream, and curse.
Today, I was supposed to go, with my sweetie, to get more yarn, for my mom's afghan, after my physical therapy appointment. Now, I have NO friggin desire, to do it. I don't want to shop for yarn, with my HORRIBLE sweetie pie. I want to do it on my own, at a later time. I will no longer INCLUDE my sweetie pie, in any yarn related stuff.
I will just do what I want, how I want. TO HELL WITH EVERYONE ELSE!
Time to go cry, then get ready for physical therapy.
I am completely DEVASTATED! I am on the verge of tears, and I feel as though my heart has been ripped out, stomped on, a put back in my chest...Bruised, tattered, and barely beating!
Apparently, all of my ideas to make the Cross Stitch & Picot Afghan, a memory blanket for my mother, are completely horrible.
What? You don't believe me? Well...Just ask my sweetie.
The name. A horrible idea. And, if I did it, it would be so awful, that the afghan would have to be tucked away, and never looked at again.
But, it gets worse.
Apparently, the flower, and the strip of variegated yarn, which I thought was such a wonderful way, to remember Aunt B...Well, they are completely stupid ideas.
I was sitting in the blue recliner, as my sweetie was in the computer room, playing that stupid FarmVille. And, I was told:
"You started out, with the idea of a great afghan, by sticking with the pattern. But, then you want to go, and add all this tacky CRAP!"
Talk about being completely shattered. I want to cry. I want to take my sweetie's afghan, and just unravel it. I want to scream, and curse.
Today, I was supposed to go, with my sweetie, to get more yarn, for my mom's afghan, after my physical therapy appointment. Now, I have NO friggin desire, to do it. I don't want to shop for yarn, with my HORRIBLE sweetie pie. I want to do it on my own, at a later time. I will no longer INCLUDE my sweetie pie, in any yarn related stuff.
I will just do what I want, how I want. TO HELL WITH EVERYONE ELSE!
Time to go cry, then get ready for physical therapy.