Adversity builds character. Right.
I have enough character, we have enough. Enough already.
Dave and I mutually agree that somedays it’s damn tempting to punch our exit cards and move onto the next life.
Not for real-I mean we are not suicidal, but seriously. Fuck already.
Dave’s sister-the one who got her high school in prison, then had a beautiful daughter despite the crack use, had a second perfect child
and now got a $300k new home with a private master bath with a soaker tub and marble tile shower, 4 bedrooms ect….
I completed 6 years of post secondary, busted my ass to get were I am with no help. Our first child dies, we save for 4 years for buy a 900 square foot 2 bedroom bungalow with an unfinishable bedrock basement.
Don’t get me wrong, I am greatful I am me. I love our tiny house. I love my husband and my puppy.
It just kills me a little inside each time I see her getting life handed to her when we are debating bankruptcy after trying despretly to do anything but that.
Hey-Fate. My OPK has been + for two days. Give me a baby now. You owe me for serious.
Another long standing girlfriend told me today she is 16 weeks along. I hate that I was the first to get pregnant and the last to actually get a baby. I need a little help from the fates to regain my optimism cause today…..I am…..TOUT FINIT..