Fifteenth

I don't know what to do.  I don't know what to do to get better. All the things i try, all the things people suggest, i try.  Meditation. Writing. Exercise. Time.

Nothing works.  I feel so false in the acting i do to hide my distress from my child.  I know she can sense my defects.  

Fourteenth

Friending.

Make new friends everyone says.  Get out more.  Be open to new people and experiences.

Okay, i agree with all this, and that it's a good thing to have more friends.  But no one ever tells you the downside of it, that you may end up with some friends that you don't like all that much.

Now i have some friends who like me better than i like them.  One of my newish friends talks constantly, and all about herself.  Another one is so earnest and apologizes all the time for silly things.

I am a smart ass.  I like silly people who see and can laugh with me at the absurdities of life.  I like people who can listen as well as talk.  I like people who don't have an imaginary friend in the sky who gets the credit/blame for everything.  I like people who face reality without denial.

I am asking too much.

Thirteenth

For someone who is alone, this is a long, long weekend.  A long weekend to try and fill with activity.  I will manage, but there are long times of nothing.  This is where i want alcohol.  It fills in the time.  It distracts me.

What i wish:  (pick one)

• that he will lose his job.  (This would destroy his ego, although he would be fine financially.)
• that he will have erectile disfunction with anyone but me as long as both of us are still alive.  (and i will never fuck him again.)
• that he will have nightmares every night about me (like i do about him)

I am pathetic.  I know.

What i really wish:

• That i didn't care.
• That i was over it.
• That i was stronger.
• That i didn't suck.

Twelveth

Okay, a little less whining tonight and a bit of an action plan.

I'm going to try and stop drinking every, or even most nights.  The reason for this is that the only time i am happy is when i am drinking.  It takes away the anxiety and sadness.  It also fucks up my sleep.

Interestingly, i am more ashamed of the feelings than i am of the drinking.

This is night 3.  Last night i slept like shit.  Vivid nightmares.  (Note to self, don't go to bed high.)  I dreamed that i was in a house, a really really run down house, with my ex, waiting for him to leave me that day, so he could move in with his new wife, after we shopped for new sheets for a king sized bed.  But i made him leave early, just to get it over.  Then i was alone in the really really run down house, trying to find a way to locate and lock all the doors, so that i was safe.  It was so sad that i woke up.

That was the last i slept.

Eleventh

There are storms we cannot weather. - Les Miserables

Truth in song lyrics.

I am lost.  I am broken.  I am glad you don't know me, you would be as ashamed of me as i am.  This is why i cannot take the people i know, the people who used to know me, with me on this journey.  It is as ugly as raw pain can get.  And it is indulgent on my part.  

I hope that it is drawing the poison from my heart.

Tenth

Don't you dare judge me.  Don't you dare judge me until you have read/understood my whole story.  Fuck you.  Fuck you Debbies.  I hate you.  I hate you anyway.

Although you don't even think of me.  I lose.

Ninth

I remember the last time i had sex.  It was good.  I guess just for me though.

It was on vacation, the vacation we took, with our child, right before you left.  The vacation on which you were planning to leave me, and texting/IMing with your love, the whole time.  The vacation place that was ruined for me and our child because of the fun that we had and the falseness that it must have required from you.

Classy act, to go on that vacation, knowing that you were already gone.  Runs in your family.  Quote "At least i got a vacation to Hawaii out of him first." Unquote.  Sound familiar?