Thursday, December 18, 2008
The love of my life is out of town for a week and returns on christmas eve. His mother bought him a plane ticket without asking him and she threw in a side of guilt to talk him into visiting her. I understand that she is his mother and deserves to see him around the holidays....doesn't it make more sense to have a retired person travel around the country to visit relatives instead of making them request time off work and take them away from their home? I guess I'm mainly pissed at the fact that I wans't invited nor even thought of when she planned this "vacation". She needs to understand that we have been a couple for 4 years now and he is no longer single.
FUCKING MOTHER IN LAWS. GRRRRR
Friday, December 21, 2007
Say A Prayer For Them
My Grandma, Genevieve, was diagnosed with Pulmonary Fibrosis today. She's been in the hospital for the past two days. Her doctor told my family that she has 6-9 months left to live.
Keep her as well as my Grandma Victoria in your prayers. They're both struggling to stay alive. These women mean the world to me, I want nothing more than for them to be ok.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Merry Christmas?
I don't know if that's what I'm supposed to be feeling right now but it seems like I have all the opposite feelings. So far all I feel is a knot in my stomach. I see people splurging on holiday decor and purchasing gifts for their loved ones without the slightest care for how much money they spend. I work and work and work and what do I have to show for that? Nothing.
This is the first Christmas without my dad. Life has dramatically changed for my family. How can I be cheerful when all I feel is pain? I don't have money to buy my loved ones the things I'd like to get for them. Everyone says Christmas is about spending time with family and it doesn't matter if you have money or not. Regardless of what I'm told, I know for a fact everyone has thought about what they're getting for Christmas and how many presents they'll receive this year. Don't act like those thoughts never cross your mind.
I don't know why but Christmas is a huge deal to me. Maybe it's because I never had a Christmas where everything I wanted was given to me and everyone was happy. The only memory that really stands out is when I was little (9 or 10 yrs old) and I heard my dad crying because he didn't have money to buy us presents that year. My uncle grabbed two presents that be bought for his daughters and gave them to my sister and I so we had something to open. It was a nice gesture but it made me feel even worse because not only did I witness my dad hurting, I also was given something that wasn't meant for me.
Why do the painful memories stick with you so clearly but the happy memories are hard to remember?
Friday, September 21, 2007
Now I'm a believer
Love is truly amazing.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
God in heaven, please watch over her
Please say a prayer for my grandma, she's a very loving, gentle, sweet woman who doesn't deserve all this pain she's enduring.
A little something I wrote
On the hour, every hour
Like clockwork you would awake
Quiet cries for help stab my eardrums
A soft blanket of matting cradles my body as I lay on the floor
Violins soothe the air with veils of the sea
Visions of waves crashing against caves and teasing the sand fill my head
I catch a glimpse of you…you’re beautiful face with rosy cheeks will never be forgotten
The clock strikes twelve
Shrieks of pain cause panic and confusion
I clutch your hand and comfort you as much as I can
Your dark umber eyes pierce through my body as you try to speak
The room becomes silent as you look at me for the last time
One final deep breath escapes your body as you sink into the bed
Your hand slithers out of mine cuddling your body
Muffled screams rise around me
One…two…three…the heart never gives up
Magnets of energy pull me backwards as I grasp onto you
A sheet of ice covers your body while you seek peacefulness
Shadows of inhuman flesh lift you
Dressed in black with no where to go
Creaking wheels indent the carpet
My eyes roll upward only to find my life tucked into a coal bag
Anxiety congests my lungs while salty tears stream down my face
Life comes to a halt but never regains consciousness
My condolences.Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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