I used to call my mother and ask her how she was doing, she would respond "I'm still keeking", without her accent it would be "I'm still kicking". This is my story, my thoughts in the middle of the night when I am alone or the middle of the day surrounded by loved ones but still alone in my mind. You are only as sick as your biggest secret and I'm pretty sick(in more ways than one,tee hee!). So this blog is going to show you what goes on in the mind of a REAL Macho Woman! scarey.
Aug.2012
The first ring
Dec. 7 2011
Reading the plaque
Sunday, March 12, 2017
2017 - So Over this! God are you listeneing?
I have no idea when my last blog was but I think it must be at least 2 years. I know that I have written a few and not posted them because I sounded like a mad woman! I recognize that I have much anger deep inside that rears it's ugly head every once in a while and nothing gets resolved really...I just end up feeling more frustrated with guilt at what a bitch I am thrown in. I have no more reserves to tap into and I emotionally can not carry on as I have been for the last year or so. Although God has provided all that we need and more, I still carry around the dead carcass of resentment to a man that no longer exists....his physical body is still here but who he was is no longer. My loyalty to my husband is a blurred line with this anxiety and frustration mixed in there. The physical body that is here living in our home is a
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