This isn’t my first blog, but my first entry in this blog.
Why “effusive turtle”? Well, I talk too damn much when I’m nervous. Sometimes even when I’m not nervous, I’m too verbose. Also, I’m introverted. It’s been said that I retreat into my “shell” at times.
Why did I make this blog? To talk about life. About the shit I’m going through, the shit I’m trying to accomplish, and just shit in general.
Life right now is difficult as fuck. The hardest part about it is that I’m separated from the person I love with all my heart. The man that I married, that I saw myself spending the rest of my life with. I’m a very realistic person, but seriously you guys... I couldn’t picture my life without him. Even with us separated, I STILL can’t, probably because we have a 3 year old son together.
So I want to talk about my relationship with my soon to be ex husband. I took it for granted. I took HIM for granted. He loved me more than anyone ever has. He used to do the sweetest things for me- write me poems, bring me flowers, listen to my rants, and constantly call me beautiful or gorgeous despite my rebuffs.
Motherfucker. I’m crying now.
I fucked it all up. I took this wonderful man for granted and now I’m paying the price. I need to come to terms with that. He loved me dearly, but he just couldn’t deal with my bullshit anymore. It’s a wonder that he put up with it for almost 9 years. I need to admit this to myself, right now... I was abusive. Mainly emotionally and verbally, but there were a few times where I hit him or threw something at him. That’s fucked up, right? I haven’t even admitted that to my therapist. I was a manipulative cunt sometimes. Why? I don’t fucking know. I don’t know anything. I don’t know why I am this way. All I know is I don’t want to repeat this shit with anyone else. No one deserves to go through that.
My ex is dating again. When I found that out, it was like someone stabbed me in the heart with a rusty pitchfork. Over and over. I’m not surprised, but FUCK ME it hurts. We’ve been separated for about 3 months. It seems a little soon to me but to be fair, he’s probably been ready to pursue someone who isn’t a horrible human being for a while now. I guess I should be happy for him, but I’m just heartbroken and wishing I could change everything.
Hopefully this blog will prove to be cathartic for me because there have been too many times over the last few months that I’ve completely lost my shit, a few of those times in front of him or on the phone with him. I NEED TO GET MY FUCKING SHIT TOGETHER!!!!!
One day at a time. One blog entry at a time.