it's a gloomy start to St. Patty's Week...i'm not Irish, but I have a diverse group of friends, associates and such. I've spent this weekend draining water from the basement, the sewer the rain water. My ex can only tell me he has no money to help. It's troubling to know you made a poor choice of mates..I feel somedays that almost 17 years I wasted, I got 3 great kids out of it, but out of all that time, work was not in his vocab, I learned a very hard lesson from that, I believe he loved me, but he loved himself more, I dated two more like that till I learned my lesson good. I approach relationships in a completely different way now, I do more paying attention and listening and observing, so when they say "I love you" I say I love me too and will be looking out for my heart and feelings.
IT WAS A GOOD WEEKEND
This was a good weekend, summer fun fest, bbq cook out and games for all, the only thing missing was ...you know, but as long as I avoid sad songs and sappy movies, I should be okay, my legs hurt, my accupressure gal says it's cause I'm worried about a man, could be, yea it is. It's been a while. Meanwhile back at the ranch I'm resisting temptation to call an ex, or get involved with the next. I'm giving me some me time, trying create a new career for me, that pays well, I'm good at what I do and somewhere somebody will pay me well for it, then I can get some new digs to live in and watch my babies grow well. So I've outlined my goals and other than a good dye job to my hair and keep exercising to avoid the broken heart= fatty food syndrome, I plan to meditate with God, and do what I always do..keep movin.
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