Category: Relationships

  • If You Wanted to, You Would

    If You Wanted to, You Would

    Happy 1st Year Anniversary to myself and The Boyfriend, I guess. I hand-made him a card earlier this week and ordered something for a gift (it arrives tomorrow, unfortunately). We’d previously discussed doing something yesterday to celebrate our anniversary, given that TODAY (our actual anniversary) he would be at work ALL day (5:30a to 6:30p).…

  • The Last Day

    The Last Day

    Booooy, has it been a YEAR – tomorrow being my and The Boyfriend’s 1st year Anniversary. If you’ve read my previous entries, there’s some “subtle” (lol) hints that it hasn’t been all rainbow farts and craft herpes (glitter). Not to say that I haven’t enjoyed some of our relationship, of course. He makes me laugh…

  • The First Step

    The First Step

    The Journey of a Thousand Miles Begins with One Step – Lao Tzu The Brother has taken his first step in healing and made the move to Colorado – and away from The Plague. Unfortunately, his wife stayed in Arkansas, having moved out a week prior and gotten her own place. I don’t blame her,…

  • Patience is…

    Patience is…

    Exhausting. Frustrating. Disappointing. Unfulfilling. “Patience is a virtue” – William Langland circa 1360 (poem: Piers Plowman) Patience is considered a virtue because it allows individuals to endure difficulties, delays, or challenges without becoming anxious or reactive. It fosters inner strength, sound judgment, and better decision-making, ultimately leading to greater success and well-being. (so says Google AI) Yep. I…

  • Random Ramblings…

    Random Ramblings…

    The weight of my thoughts traps me in a downward spiral that I have to ride until it’s over because I’m not able to just climb off and go about living. The stress of merely existing keeps me anchored wherever I am, either with wholly dissociating or mindlessly Doom Scrolling. The Boyfriend went to bed…

  • I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I Have Bad Taste in Men

    I hate the phrase “daddy issues,” but… even though it’s more often derogatory than not, it exists with a specific – vaild?! – meaning (still hate it). The term implies that a woman may have difficulty trusting men, forming healthy relationships, or setting boundaries, potentially due to past experiences with her father, which can lead…

  • A Mother’s Confession

    A Mother’s Confession

    In my therapeutic journey, I’ve spent a lot of time and focus on The Plague and everything shitty that’s come from him. His toxic abuse my entire life has overshadowed almost everything else, despite there being plenty of other traumatic things I’ve had to endure… things that will eventually require my attention and some healthy…

  • It’s the Little Things

    It’s the Little Things

    Life has a way of showing up in varying degrees of defining moments. Sometimes, these moments are “good” and have a positive effect. But a lot of times, life hits you in the gut and it sucks whale anus, leaving painful ripples behind for much longer than we’d like. Ah, yes… good ole’ Van Damme.…

  • Time in a Bottle

    Time in a Bottle

    One of my favorite songs is “Time in a Bottle” by Jim Croce… I heard it on something The Boyfriend and I were watching the other day and told him I’d love it if he learned that on his guitar and would sing it to me. 😛 I conceded and said, “Ok, just the song.…

  • Neeeeerd!

    Neeeeerd!

    Ah… the joys of gaming with friends. I’m a bit late posting today, as The Boyfriend and I went to a friend’s house for some Easter Eve food stuffs (omg the ham was amazeballs) and gaming. Horrible Therapist?! It’s quite similar to Joking Hazard, but a “therapist” question card comes first, then a choice from…

  • The Suggestion Box of Inequity

    The Suggestion Box of Inequity

    Ok, don’t let the title fool you… it really is quite hilarious, given my and The Boyfriend’s senses of humor… Stay Tuned… I’ve had well beyond my fair share of shitty “romantic” relationships. Most of the shorter ones are not much to write home about, of course, given that none of them really had much…

  • A Day of Reminiscing

    A Day of Reminiscing

    Today is my Papa’s birthday. It’s been 30 years since he passed away. I was 13.