Thank God for busy weeks that keep your mind off of things.
My girlfriend has a 19 year old daughter that has been dating the same guy for 2 years now and he dumped her this past weekend. There is nothing more sad then teenage heartbreak. You know that she is going to go through it a dozen time in the next ten years, that the guy is so immature compared to her, that she will be better with-out the drama of a 20 year old boy trying to do manly things, that she can grow from this etc... but then you think back and remember what it felt like. That first love, intimacy, relationship heart break. So I took her to dinner on Tuesday to talk. She cried a lot and I wished that I could show her the future and how someday she is going to be remembering this while she is consoling my daughter after her first heart break and wishing the same thing I am. Oh to be young again.
Wednesday night I had my 2nd therapy apt. All I can say is at $120.00 a week, this women is going to be VERY rich by the time I am done. (IF)
I have been a list making, self help reading, note taking, couch laying, tissue using fool lately. I am very amazed at the realities of my life that I have been ignoring for some time now. When you list the top 5 people that you love (and I mean die for love) and you can only come up with 2 living people and then you realize that you didn't put yourself on the list or your husband, um things are a little amiss in your life.
Thursday (tonight) I am supposed to have dinner with my husband to talk, but after a 3 second phone conversation I decided it would be best to cancel. I am too angry and I really need to focus on me getting better, not on how deep a butter knife will go into someones neck without anyone noticing. Angry much???
Friday, planning another GNO with blogging mommy/girls/friends. Watch out YouTube, I am taking my camera this time. Sorry Dadshouse, the other pics were not really us!! ;)
Saturday I am going out with my girls. We have had to plan a night out a month in advance between all of our schedules. Nights out with us are usually a battle of whom can dress with the most cleavage. We start at the RIO with those nasty little tokillya drinks called Margaritas until we can barley stand and then proceed to a dance bar. We usually do something crazy that draws attention to ourselves, like tell men we are a professional soccer team on tour. We kind of are. 35+er on a D rec team counts me think.
Sunday I will be recovering and praying that my daughter sleeps in until noon!
Hows that for ignoring, I mean working on my problems.