My daughter goes hopefully in tomorrow to be induced with her first child. We find out for sure tomorrow morning. So they'll be another grandchild. My first grandson. Will let you know later all the facts.
I'm better....in a way....sometimes things can get to me. Even having dates, helps for a short time, then I can feel myself regressing. Is that a word? Moving backward maybe would sound better. I need to stop looking for things that upset me. I need to go on with everyday without being obsessed with what and who he is spending time with. I tell myself I am better and I'm not going to let myself get back like I was. Those horrible, heart wrenching, days filled with minutes and hours of sobbing, and wondering WHY. I tell myself I am NOT going to let myself get back like that. I've come a long way. I have. But...oh but, BUT it would be so easy too. BUT I'm not going too. I do ask myself why I can't let go and move on. Why can't I not care about who he is spending time with. I know they'll never be a us again. Even being friends. Hurts to much. I'll get better and better everyday. I need to stay away as much as possible. I will. I have too. I don't want to end up being a bitter ole woman. I want to be HAPPY! HAPPY! HAPPY! I will say this though. I hate dating. That too is to much bullshit. When someone is nice and interested or interesting, at first, then that's another thing to worry about. Like, why didn't he call when he said he would? Blah, blah, blah.
Better days ahead I just know it.
I invite all my friends and family members, extended wildly and beyond, to all come aboard to vent, give advice, comments, anything you wanna do and say. Cause that's what I'm gonna do! Take a minute to check it out. On the wild, (not so wild really), and wacky (very wacky) world of Patty.
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