Well, I seem to be spiraling yet again into a pit of despair and depression. Or is it just a giant pity party I’m throwing for myself? Who knows. Wondering if I can wait three more years to end it. Ahh, that’s right, I haven’t had a chance to explain my plan. See, I have a fifteen year old son living at home, and I am waiting for him to get out on his own to put myself out of my misery – can’t leave him alone with my sadistic husband, see. Thinking that I could even just get him situated with one of his grandparents and that will due. Well, I have a few years to get to straightened and set up. (I feel a rant coming on…)
Every time I let my guard down and let someone in, it always bites me on the ass. When will I ever learn? I mean seriously, you would think that I would have learned by now. I swear, they wait ‘til they think they have gotten you to get your guard down, then ZOAWY! They go for the hurt, relishing in seeing you retch in anguish. Well, plugging up that hole the wall again, and it’s not gonna budge this time. Gonna tuck myself even further down into the depth of my pain and despair.
Now all I’m hoping for is for everything to be deadened – if I can’t feel anything, then I don’t have to feel the pain and hurt that chews away at my existence. Right now I am feeling WAY too much. Can’t seem to reel it in and control it like I usually do. It’s my fault really. I left myself vulnerable to being hurt. Note to self: not matter how much I think that I can trust, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT ALLOW!!! (Danger Will Robertson! Danger! LOL)
(Definitely a rant with a very large portion of pity!)