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@loveanddisarray
Todays one of those days that I'd go back in time and stay single and never have kids. I am tired of picking up after EVERYONE. They're all old enough to do it, yet if I leave it weeks will pass before anything gets done. I am about to lose it and look like a bully....
Season of adjustments
This season is rough, darm, exhausting, I am tired of it. I want a new one but i know i have to finish this season before proceeding to the next.
So many adjustments this season and honestly I feel worn.
Coping
I am still learning how to cope with everything that has gone on in the past 3 years. WOW it really has been 3 years now. I am constantly working on myself and working on how to heal myself. I am also seeing/noticing that it seems to be a lot more common/more people opening up about similar situations. I am not sure how that makes me feel. However I am noticing that many time the advice is the same, the same advice I use to give, to an extent. Walk away. However I would always suggest talking first or maybe even counseling, I think that many of these people were in the same boat I was and just saying what they *think* they would do, because until you are in that kind of situation you really don’t know what you would do. I know now what I would do 100% and I would say that. But I also hate giving too many details about my situation. I also hate feeling like I hid the situation, I feel like I hide it for him and not me. I do feel like at times I hide it because I would be considered weak, vulnerable, or naive; all of which have been true at some point in the past 3 years. However I want to be more open about it and how much I feel like I/we have overcame because of it. Honestly I don’t know how much I am still hiding deeper down. I know that I need to get back into therapy for myself, just the thought of going makes all those negative thoughts and emotions bubble up. Some, I am sure, are true and some are probably the anxiety showing causing me to think the worse. Thinking the worse has been a fight the last few weeks with people asking for advice about similar situations and the advice given will do nothing but hurt both parties. I know people love being petty, but honestly what good does that do? Is that part of me working on my own insecurities or is that just me being naive. My heart aches for these people. It causes my own situation to rise up and eat at me, which means that probably i have unresolved issues that I/we need to work on) but I am terrified. I know I need to suck it up and work on it, but until you have been there you don’t realize how paralyzing it can actually be. As a friend once told me, you will know when you are done, you will wipe your hands and walk away without looking back. I don’t think i am there yet, I haven’t given up. But I do know that some things need to be talked about and worked on. I know many of those things are on my end and for me own self healing. I definitely watch more of what I say and give advice on. I also need to do better with my coping for my kids. They deserve better, they deserve the world that we can give them, they do not deserve the half there parent that I have been for a while now. I need to learn to cope with their constant learning, their different from my way of doing things. They are their own people and they will do things the way they see fit, just as I did from my mom. I do not want my kids to have any kind of resent me towards me for being a half assed parent. They deserve the whole me, the calm me, the better me. My heart is still trying to heal, it probably will for a while. But for now I am still smiling. I just wish that people would watch more of the advice they give, especially in situations they have never been in.Â
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So many journals... So many thoughts... No real help
I have been wound up... like anxiety ridden wound up. So I broke out the cameo and started making some vinyl decals for friends. For reasons unknown it calms me, I think its because I have to concentrate on what I am doing and weeding the correct areas. Either way I feel better. I think I want to try dabbling with the heat press I got off another lady in the area. I have a bag that I wouldn’t mind adding a decal to. However I don’t have the correct color needed to make it a heat transfer.
My daughter is getting the best of me and not in a positive way. She is pushing buttons that my son never did at this age. I understand that there is a difference between boys and girls. But damn it always seem to happen when I am the only parent around. I need to start finding my centering calm. I am not as calm as I wish I was, but I guess most can say the same thing. Today, I check the progress of cleaning of the rooms. And she decided to get into my make up box (I don’t use it on a daily, its my extra and special occasions make up) and its all over her room, her dolls, her barbies, her floor, and then I notice the scissors in her room.... yep, you guessed it she cut her barbies, dolls, and ponies hair. Thankfully she left her hair alone this time. I am at a loss how to help her. I am lost as to what I need to do. I take her on mommy and daughter dates, shes in after school activities of her choice, she gets one on one time with daddy. I told her today that she hurt my feeling by not asking to use things and by cutting things that she not allowed to. I am not allowed to spank her (country laws and personal choice.) I left her room and told her she needed to finish cleaning it. I am using this time to calm myself down before speaking to her again. She knows this crap is wrong, most will say she’s doing it for attention but I am not sure what attention she is missing. Guess part of me is annoyed that she does this when I am the only parent around to deal with it; dad is gone for a short trip not a long time. Last time he was literally just at work for the day.
I am tired of fighting. I calling it quits. I am done. I cant.
Cinderella was too weak to fight for herself...AND THAT’S OKAY!
I cannot believe we’re still tearing Cinderella down! 2018 only has a few months left and we’re still doing this, we’re still painting her as the weakest Disney princess and we’re still painting her weakness as a bad thing?
Why?
Why are people so caught up on bashing this princess?
“The movie is so simplistic—”
In what way is it possibly simplistic?!
“She didn’t work hard—”
YES, SHE DID!
“Well, okay, but the fairy godmother still had to come in—”
Yep, I remember the movie too, and the countless stories on which it’s based.
“So the fairy godmother was the one who caused the happily ever after.”
She sure was, now, what’s your point?
No, really, what’s your point? Is the point that Cinderella is somehow weak because she wasn’t 100% in control of her own life? Seems like a pretty disgusting opinion to have when the whole movie is about an abuse victim finding a way out of her horrible situation. So Cinderella wasn’t the one who got herself out. So what? Instead of looking the movie at its bare surface, maybe try analyzing it with a bit more thought and tact. You might see something a little different. A magical transformation, if you will.
Because Cinderella did work hard.
And guess what we learned from that?
You can work
and work
and work
And there will still be people out there who will try to tear you apart:
Literally.
And that sucks. It’s a horrible lesson to learn but it is something we will all face in our lifetimes. There will always be people who will try to tear us down, there will always be people who will try to rip us apart, until we’re in a low place:
Until it seems like there’s no hope…
Until it seems like you’re too weak to get out on your own…
And maybe you are.
Maybe you are too weak to get out on your own. Maybe you’re not the strongest woman in the world. Maybe you’re not capable of screaming at the top of your lungs or brandishing a weapon or throwing a punch. Maybe you’re not able to get out of something on your own. Maybe you hit a low point and maybe you have no way out of it. Not alone. But that’s just it.
You’re not alone.
Even at your lowest point, someone will come help you.
You don’t have to do it all alone.
It’s okay to have a little help when you have nowhere else to turn.
Cinderella is the story about an abuse victim who is unable to get out of her toxic situation by herself and just when she begins to lose all hope, is able to get help from an unlikely source. It’s the story about a girl who needs help getting to her happily ever after and that’s okay.Â
Give us advocates:
They deserve their happily ever afters!
Give us warriors:
They deserve their happily ever afters!
Give us fighters:
They deserve their happily ever afters!
Give us girls who are not advocates, girls who are not warriors, girls who are not fighters, girls who still deserves their happily ever afters:
Needed this right now. At this exact minute.
If you cant talk to your spouse about shit, it's time to rethink your relationship. Time to start thinking about mine. Life is ever changing and unfortunately that means not all relationships will stand the test of change.
you’re not selfish for wanting to be treated well.
I have been following FatGirlFedUp for a little bit and she posted a dietbet challenge. Thinking of actually participating, it forces me accountability and by putting a small amount of money will make me work harder. Anyone done a dietbet?
This is one of the hardest parts about losing a loved one. This is our family get together for one side, and within 6 months of each other we lost 2 people, brother and sister of the original family, this picnic family gathering is never going to be the same. Yes we have lost other loves ones from the family, grandma(mom), other siblings but in a larger time span. My family I wont make it this year because of military reasons. And I am beside myself for that, but even of we were able to go I am not sure how well I could or would handle it emotionally as well as mentally. One of the loved ones lost was my Papa and he was my rock for many years.
I took some time away, much needed. However I think I need this outlet back more than I care to admit. I love my FB but too many people stalk it, tattle to family.
To the one who loves her next: She is kind. A woman who loves the people who are the meanest. She is naive. She will dress up for you if you take her to dinner. She’ll dress down when you take her home. She is in control. Endlessly. She wears red a lot of the time, but her favorite color is blue. She laughs at you when you stare. She has the clearest soul, but there are times when she will dirty it (only for you). She will eat chocolate chip ice cream til she’s sick. It reminds her of the summers she spent in North Carolina with her dad. She will forget things. Love her for it, learn how to find it endearing. There’s no use in getting annoyed. She cannot sing. Turn the radio up and act like it’s because you like the song. She is strong and empowered. Lift her up, raise her voice, but do not speak over her. She is forgiving. She does not let you forget. She laughs like a symphony. It will be music. You will want to live in the sound. You will hear it forever. She cannot let go of anything. Be the voice of reason. She will get sad. Make sure she knows you’re there but let her come back to you on her own. She has a favorite bra. It will be your favorite too. She has so much music but she lets you DJ when she drives. Play her favorite songs in between yours. She loves God and the Church. But she loves you too. She will use your shampoo and then deny she did such a thing when you ask her about it. Kiss her. She will steal your softest shirt and you’ll find it weeks later at her place. Kiss her. She will yell at the TV. Kiss her. She will dance for you until your head is spinning. Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.
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Officially hate this year. Christmas is my favorite time of year and right now I hate it. I am done. I wish that I could skip over all of it. I am not even sure I want to celebrate tomorrow. I may just stay in my bed and ignore everything and every one
