My life is a beautiful train wreck...

Since when…

since when do we suddenly live in a world where men are Pussies. Men lie and cheat on their wives and girlfriends. Men are lazy and dishonest. A world where men dont have the balls to tell the truth or man up tell you how they really feel about shit. A world where men don’t step up to their responsibilities. I swear every where I look there are guys cheating and lying to people. 

Honestly, I blame parenting. There are some moms in this world who should be ashamed that they have “men” walking around this planet acting the way that they do. being unfaithful in their relationships, abandoning their children, lying to the people they say they love, sleeping with the closest skank they can get their hands on, and not being man enough to be honest people. 

I pray I can raise my son to be better than that. 

Most days

“Most days it would be okay, but today it just isnt.”

Have you ever had one of those days where normal daily stressors that you deal with suddenly feel like too much to handle. Where you throw up your hands and say “Okay God. I give up. You can tell me the freaking answers now.” The kind of day where you find yourself crying in your car to the song “please dont leave me” by P!NK.

Me? Nah. Ive never had a day like that at all.. I was just asking. 

A Vent. To those of you who poke your nose where it doesn’t belong.

If one more person finds it necessary to tell me how mature I seem, or how great it is that I can handle such a shitty situation so calmly and with so much understanding… I will puke on their shoes and then punch them in the face. 

You have no idea who I am. I wasn’t mature about this, I was a crazy bitch. I yelled and cussed, and cried, and screamed, and begged. Just because I chose to make choices that wont effect the other people in my life negatively doesn’t mean It doesn’t hurt, that I’m not still in a lot of pain, that I’m not still mad, or that I’m over it. 

My entire life is changing. Don’t mistake silence for something it is not. My silence just means you are probably not someone I want to talk to about this. And do not assume you know anything about me or my life or how I am feeling. 

Please don’t tell me how “great” I’m taking all this. It’s not like I have a choice in the fucking matter. 

Mistakes

Sometimes I want to sit down with people and tell them how stupid they are being, how wrong they are acting, and how ridiculous their logic is… but I think I’ll stop worrying about them and let them learn from the pain of their own mistakes.