1/10/2011

They're Gonna Make Me Go To Rehab

I fell off the wagon. I didn't just fall off. The wagon then ran me over. I spent the past 5 days moping around my house as much as possible. I feel a little like Linus (I think...) from the Peanuts, carrying my blanket around with me.
I just finished reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett and I'm pretty sure the character of Skeeter is based on me. I mean, minus the whole part about writing a book about interracial relations. And the part about doing something important & helpful with their life. But the part about having the boyfriend who wants to take "space" as though the relationship was physics and not a human relationship. Sounds so freaking familiar. At least her's decides that he does actually like her - mine? Not so much. Oh well. It happens. I'm taking Skeeter's stance and am trying not to feel sorry for myself every minute of the day. It hasn't been going so well thus far but there's always tomorrow. I know I need to keep myself busy and find things to do. I even made a list. It's finding the energy & desire to do them so I can stop moping.
I have a date supposedly later on this week. An official time has not been set but the offer has been made. I didn't much want to but I said yes because it doesn't make sense to wait on Early to change his mind. That's not going to happen. I'd like it to though. *sigh*

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Do not let a man do this to you!!!!! They are not worth it!

Debbie said...

you can come hang at my house. Eric and I will make you laugh...I'll even uncover the pool so you can go swimming!