Sometimes life is messy.
Sometimes things get hard & you find yourself sitting in your bed thinking “WTF just happened?” I’ve had that a few times this week. First the test from Hell, then some dealings with the ex, then a confusing patch in a new relationship.
Normally, these sorts of dealings would send me into the tizzy to end all tizzys (& it did for a bit), but then something strange happened…
Yesterday I committed the most atrocious sin in my little world;
I failed a test.
I do not understand the concept of being “fixed.”
I’m convinced nobody actually knows what they want.
I’m the first to admit that I have no freaking clue about what I want. Sometimes, I want to find someone & maybe venture out into the dating world, until I stick a toe in the water. Then it scares the crap out of me.
People are strange.
Sometimes, the people you think are the biggest flakes turn out to be your strongest supporters. Sometimes your strongest supporters leave you in the dust without a word or an explanation. Sometimes, the ones we love the most break our hearts beyond repair.
We all remember where we were “that” day.
How can anyone forget the moments when the World Trade Centre crashed to the ground? That imagery will haunt our nightmares until the end of time. Our children will learn about it in school as the day our entire way of life changed.
Every year, over 179 thousand Canadians take their own life.
With the rise of cyber bullying, economic & relationship pressures and untreated mental illness, suicide rates are climbing at an alarming rate. In honour of Suicide Prevention Week, we should all take a moment to remember those who couldn’t think of another way out.
I have never thought there could be such a thing as being “too nice.”
However, apparently there is & apparently, I’m it.
My good friend Nancy over at our blog affiliate Whispered Inspirations posted a blog about the six things she can’t forget in life. This inspired me to want to make a similar list. However, I wanted to take a unique spin on it so instead I decided to make a list of the six things I want to do before I die.
I’ve slowly learned that alot of relationship terms are subjective.
I’ve had people tell me that the reason for my separation “wasn’t that bad” while others stress it should have been done sooner. I’ve had “well, it was only suffocation, it’s not like he hit you” to “you poor thing” & it’s really odd. Much like my cheating post last year, its funny how things like cheating and assault can be so subjective, but the concept of “monthaversaries” are set in stone.
The Misadventures of MHC 