May 08, 2010 13:14
Today, the man I married, who promised to love me forever, is getting married. I hope he never treats his new wife and child the way he treated me and my children.
My children are at the wedding. I understand they are flower girls. I do hope it is a nice day, and someone cares for my girls. I hope they are not nice to Melissa or Vanessa.
Anyway, I have been in Australia since Monday, and I go home tomorrow. I can't wait. I am very home sick and desperate to get home again. To my own bed, my big boy cat, and everything this is familiar to me. I love being home.
Today, for me, will be spent relaxing and enjoying the solitide and autonomy, which I normally do not get enjoy when I have my children with me. It sounds lame to spend my day in my room, when I am in another country and the sun is shinning, but well, this is what I want to do. I want to hermit myself today, I want to lie on my bed and watch TV and read my book and do knitting, with no interuptions, like I have at home. This to me, is bliss.
All is well with me, I am happy, I am at peace.