I weighed myself and I’m down a pound. This is taking forever but I’m glad I’m finally seeing the scale move in the right direction. Days sober: 2
I’m drinking my last bottle of bourbon. My boyfriend was supposed to come over tonight but won’t because he assumes we’ll fight again. Here’s what I know. That hurt my feelings. Really bad. And if he has to stay away when he only thinks I’ve been drinking he’s either a royal dick or right. Or…Read more »
I titled this blog, stupidly, “I Understand” to let most of you know I can relate to your problems. Depression, anxiety, grieving, alcoholism, anorexia, you name it – I’ve felt it. But the truth is, I don’t understand you all. No one can and I feel the need to apologize for the assumption I do.…Read more »
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I really miss Tennessee. I miss my old life and I really miss Nashville. Frankly, I don’t know where my heart lies. May be changing my five year plan.
This wasn’t supposed to publish but I’ll finish it I guess. I saw a Snapchat blurb pop up today from a guy that pursued the hell out me a year ago. For the first time my heart didn’t jump. He was married when he came to my house to install a door. He brought my…Read more »
I went to the doctor Friday and the bilirubin was negative. I was worried for nothing. I was relieved and bought a six pack. I drank it. Saturday night was a date night. Two Kentucky mules at the restaurant and a tiny bit of bourbon before we called it a night and went to bed.…Read more »
When I had Jake it was a c-section and Jeff (his father) was there. I got up to recovery and Jeff left. My mother, who only came down for 2 days, was watching Jackson who was running one of his high fevers. Three days later Jeff returned to pick me up. He wouldn’t leave Jackson.…Read more »