07/21/2010
I have decide to write my blog a little differently. Instead of whining about all the trouble, emotions, and hell I am going through I have decide to help other women (and men)! If today is the first day of you following my blog then your in luck!
Here's the thing. I spend most of my days running with my head cut off. I am basically trying to recover from the fact that my husband abandoned myself and my four year old daughter. He walked out November 4, 2009 and just never came back.. It took at least three months for me to figure out that he wasn't coming back. Did I mention he stole all my money when he left? Yup, took the business that I started for him (I thought I was starting the business for us), he left, and took the business that I started along with all the money we had, and just walked out.
I'm not bitter or anything. I don't have time. The last 8 months have been spent trying to ensure I have a home a to live in,. food on the table, and provide my daughter what she needs. I don't have time to be bitter. And that ladies and gentleman is Lesson Number 1.
1. Do not waste your time on being bitter. Don't waste your time asking yourself, " what could I have done differently?' Sometimes, the people we marry are just idiots. They have their own issues and it has nothing to do with you. If your wife says, "I cheated on you because your never home." And your never home because your working all the time to pay the bills. Then 'F-her!" move on. Don't waste your time fretting over what you could have done different.
If you supported your husband through law school and then he leaves you to boink the young, hot secretary, then 'F-Him too!' Or-If your husband walked out because now you have four kids, and he thinks he can get more attention or do better somewhere else then 'F-Him'.
Have a cry, or two, then drink a cup of tea, or something stronger, and MOVE ON! Life is short! Don't waste your time fretting over someone who just doesn't deserve the time, energy or emotional havoc it takes on you and your body! Sad bodies become out of shape, feel crappy, and really don't look good!
Today, have a happy body! If you have to go into the bathroom, or a quite place at work, or walk around the block. Do it. Do it now! Take five minutes to be sad, then just move on. You will get better I promise!
Take it from me, I know. I loved my husband deeply with every part of my being. I thought we would be together forever. I was building a life with him, that maybe wasn't perfect. but I was happy. I never thought he would walk out! But all of that matters not. The point is, I am getting better, and it is getting easier, and I will come out stronger. In fact I can see that happening now. Right now before my very eyes!
Today's lesson: Take five or ten minutes to be sad. (don't take more then 15 minutes!) cry, take a walk, do whatever you have to do, and then move on! Don't waste another minute on what woulda, coulda, shoulda, just MOVE ON!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
I'LL BE DAMN, IF I LET HIM BREAK ME DOWN!
Seriously, this is ridiculous! I'll be damn, if I let a man break me down! He's trying though, for real! He stopped making my car payment, a week before payment was due. "oh, by the way, I won't be paying your car payment."
That would be the car he bought for me four months before he walked out to do whatever it is he's doing. The car he bought for me, "because I deserve it." "Get whatever you want baby, just keep payments under $500.00 per month." So I picked a car that barely uses any gas, and one I love. A Smart Car. Now, four months later I can't afford the $350.00 dollar payment and they're probably going to come get it. Meantime the ex is sporting brand new furniture in his bachelor pad!
I can't be poor like this anymore. I'm spending so much time trying to figure out how I'm going to live, that I'm really not living at all. I'm hustling up jobs, sometimes, serving or bar tending or working an event. It's the same thing I was doing 'before'- for lunch money. Now the same job has to pay my rent, car, food, utilities, etc., It's not enough. I have applied to every job under the sun for the last six months. While I have pulled in some hard to get interviews, I have not found a job. Times are desperate. Very desperate. Very Very desperate. I cannot pay my light bill, or any other bill. I don't have enough gas to drive the car they're about to take anyway. My daughter is sick, 103 temperature, and I can't even buy her cold medicine.
It's REALLY bad.
This fool thinks he's gonna break me, by not doing for me. I might be poor as hell, but I do know that Karma is a bitch! I'll be damn if I let him break me! I don't know how it's gonna happen, or when, or with what, nor do I have any answers at all. I just know that my God knows that I cannot live like this anymore. It's enough.
Something has to happen for me soon. I must work, get a steady income, or make this book come alive. Either way, it's got to be soon!
I'm going to dream big! I'm going to keep applying to jobs. I'm going to keep doing what I have to do, even if it means one little baby step at a time. I'm taking one little baby step at a time, and my determination not to let this loser break me down, is what is going to keep me going. So what if I get kicked out of my apartment cuz I can't pay the rent? The apartment is in his name! HA! See-Karma is a bitch! Bet he didn't think about that when he told me he couldn't pay child support on time last month. Bet he didn't remember that when he was buying himself new furniture for HIS apartment and paying HIS rent on time. I'm going to keep going, keep praying, and keep working it out until it works. And I'll be damn, if I let a man break me down.
That would be the car he bought for me four months before he walked out to do whatever it is he's doing. The car he bought for me, "because I deserve it." "Get whatever you want baby, just keep payments under $500.00 per month." So I picked a car that barely uses any gas, and one I love. A Smart Car. Now, four months later I can't afford the $350.00 dollar payment and they're probably going to come get it. Meantime the ex is sporting brand new furniture in his bachelor pad!
I can't be poor like this anymore. I'm spending so much time trying to figure out how I'm going to live, that I'm really not living at all. I'm hustling up jobs, sometimes, serving or bar tending or working an event. It's the same thing I was doing 'before'- for lunch money. Now the same job has to pay my rent, car, food, utilities, etc., It's not enough. I have applied to every job under the sun for the last six months. While I have pulled in some hard to get interviews, I have not found a job. Times are desperate. Very desperate. Very Very desperate. I cannot pay my light bill, or any other bill. I don't have enough gas to drive the car they're about to take anyway. My daughter is sick, 103 temperature, and I can't even buy her cold medicine.
It's REALLY bad.
This fool thinks he's gonna break me, by not doing for me. I might be poor as hell, but I do know that Karma is a bitch! I'll be damn if I let him break me! I don't know how it's gonna happen, or when, or with what, nor do I have any answers at all. I just know that my God knows that I cannot live like this anymore. It's enough.
Something has to happen for me soon. I must work, get a steady income, or make this book come alive. Either way, it's got to be soon!
I'm going to dream big! I'm going to keep applying to jobs. I'm going to keep doing what I have to do, even if it means one little baby step at a time. I'm taking one little baby step at a time, and my determination not to let this loser break me down, is what is going to keep me going. So what if I get kicked out of my apartment cuz I can't pay the rent? The apartment is in his name! HA! See-Karma is a bitch! Bet he didn't think about that when he told me he couldn't pay child support on time last month. Bet he didn't remember that when he was buying himself new furniture for HIS apartment and paying HIS rent on time. I'm going to keep going, keep praying, and keep working it out until it works. And I'll be damn, if I let a man break me down.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
GETTING OUT OF BED
I started out this morning praying to God to just get me out of bed. Please God, just let me get out of bed and do one thing that I need to do today. It's really not as easy as it sounds. I'd much prefer to lay in bed, cry, eat, and do nothing. It takes a lot of effort to just get up. If I did not have a four year old daughter, I know for sure, I would not get up.
Sometimes I think about that. If I didn't have my daughter would I ever get out of bed? Maybe I would just lay there forever until the smell coming from my apartment would have the neighbors call the police. For real. Of course, first I would eat everything, which is about two weeks worth of food. But after the food was gone, what then? Would I get out of bed? Nope. I don't think so. I wouldn't feel like going to the store, or taking a shower, or getting dressed. Getting dressed is such an effort! Geez, I'd like to look cute, because after all I am single again, but really, who can look cute with big puffy eyes. Or..I start out with good intentions and manage to put myself slightly together. But because I ball my eyes out at the drop of a hat, or for any unknown reason, what difference does it make? I should probably just stay in sweats. I will at least be comfortable.
I wonder if anyone would even check on me. I doubt it. I have teenagers. That says it all. They would never notice I wasn't around. No one on my ex's side of the family checks on me, and my family stopped long ago. My crazy ex called all my friends and told them I was crazy, so now they just wanna steer clear until the tornado blows over.
HOWEVER, as I said, I started out praying to God, to just get me out of bed today and let me do one thing. Instead of one thing, many things have happened. I've been calling all around the state of California and the city I live in, and calling the Veteran's administration and everywhere else I can think of, because the bottom line is, I went from running a business I didn't get paid for, to really having no income at all. Before the money just went back into the house. I've gone through all my savings and will be broker then broke in about one minute. Thus I've been taking serious preventive action.
Believe it or not, after months of taking preventive action my hard work has started to pay off. There are some options! Thank you God. Best news I've had all day! All week, or all month. While I do not have specific monetary support, or specific housing information, or specifically knowing where my next meal will come from, or how I will make my car payment. I do have HOPE. So I HAVE gotten very far today. And Thank You God for getting me out of bed!
Sometimes I think about that. If I didn't have my daughter would I ever get out of bed? Maybe I would just lay there forever until the smell coming from my apartment would have the neighbors call the police. For real. Of course, first I would eat everything, which is about two weeks worth of food. But after the food was gone, what then? Would I get out of bed? Nope. I don't think so. I wouldn't feel like going to the store, or taking a shower, or getting dressed. Getting dressed is such an effort! Geez, I'd like to look cute, because after all I am single again, but really, who can look cute with big puffy eyes. Or..I start out with good intentions and manage to put myself slightly together. But because I ball my eyes out at the drop of a hat, or for any unknown reason, what difference does it make? I should probably just stay in sweats. I will at least be comfortable.
I wonder if anyone would even check on me. I doubt it. I have teenagers. That says it all. They would never notice I wasn't around. No one on my ex's side of the family checks on me, and my family stopped long ago. My crazy ex called all my friends and told them I was crazy, so now they just wanna steer clear until the tornado blows over.
HOWEVER, as I said, I started out praying to God, to just get me out of bed today and let me do one thing. Instead of one thing, many things have happened. I've been calling all around the state of California and the city I live in, and calling the Veteran's administration and everywhere else I can think of, because the bottom line is, I went from running a business I didn't get paid for, to really having no income at all. Before the money just went back into the house. I've gone through all my savings and will be broker then broke in about one minute. Thus I've been taking serious preventive action.
Believe it or not, after months of taking preventive action my hard work has started to pay off. There are some options! Thank you God. Best news I've had all day! All week, or all month. While I do not have specific monetary support, or specific housing information, or specifically knowing where my next meal will come from, or how I will make my car payment. I do have HOPE. So I HAVE gotten very far today. And Thank You God for getting me out of bed!
Monday, June 14, 2010
OOPS... I DID IT AGAIN!
For the first time in three weeks I had a day off, sort of. Baby daddy finally decided to see his daughter. I worked Saturday night (Thank You God) so that really wasn't a day off. I guess officially, I had a few hours to myself Sunday.
Here's where I'm at: I've been completely stressing over money. Not money to go shopping or buy cute shoes, but money to survive. Since my loser ex, walked out and took all the money with him things have been very stressful. That would be money from the business that I STARTED, that he had no clue how to start. Money from the business that - I gave him money for. He took money from me, the house, his daughter, etc. His measly child support is pennies compared to what he makes. Money he makes that if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be making!
In the meantime, everyday is stress day. Thankfully I worked Saturday night. Sadly every penny i made has to go to bills. As an event planner/Bartender, I make great money. Unfortunately I do not book an event every day, or I would. So I worked and spent the entire night after work, adding up my debts. My original plan was to get off work at 1100pm and go out dancing.
It didn't work out like that this past weekend. My event went late, so I just drove home. I woke up early Sunday and forced myself to do at least one thing for myself, to take care of myself. When I say forced, I mean this is not something that comes easy. I decided to get my nails done.
What a big decision. As I said, every penny goes to paying bills. So the decision to get my nails done was not something I made lightly. DO I have the $20.00 to spend? Probably not. Will I have enough gas money for the week? - Bills are due.- Can I really afford to spend the $20.00" - Maybe I can find a cheaper place. - I can't walk around in sunny California with raggedy toes.- On and on my mind keeps going. All before 9am! I finally decide to just get up and do it. THEN I'll go take care of my other responsibilities. But I deserve this. I worked like a dog, and earned the money I made, and I need to take care of myself. Off I go....
I drive to the hood to get my manicure and pedicure. It's the cheapest place. So I'm sitting in the pedicure chair, massage buttons turned up to full tilt, and what do you think happens? That's right, I start balling my eyes out...again!
I'm in front of the asian lady, who doesn't speak a lick of English, and I just stat balling my eyes out! She looks at me stunned. I know she thinks she hurt me or something. I try to explain she did nothing, but she doesn't understand me. It's quite a sight. I can't stop crying. Again! fuck!
I'm crying because I'm still fighting with myself over the $20.00 bucks. I'm crying because the massage chair feels soooooo good. She had brand new chairs and they were awesome! I'm crying because I deserve to get my nails done! I'm crying because I remember when I went and got my nails done as often as I went to buy a cup of coffee. I'm crying because I DON'T DESERVE WHAT MY EX PUT ME THROUGH. I'm crying because I loved that man, had his back through thick and thin, gave him a business and a life he could be proud of, was down 100%, and mostly, I'm crying because I deserve better.
And with crying, comes a break through. Enough crying already! Yeah this s*** is sad. So I'll give myself permission to be sad. Just for today. Tomorrow I'll start over again.
It's tomorrow now, and here's my break through. That business that I started that my ex had no clue how to start....that business is worth money. He doesn't get to make 100,000 per year and hand me a measly 6,000 of it. How is that fair? He didn't even have a checking account before he met me. He can't even get a checking account now! How does he get to keep $94,000.00 dollars and act like he's doing me a favor by handing me a check every month, and not on time I might add. And while I'm picking up my daughter from his house, I see he's sporting a brand new living room set complete with couch, love seat, rug, coffee table...OH HELL NO!
So today, I will find out how much the business I started is worth. And then I'll get my fair share. And for all you men that think women just want you for money, know that's not always the case. But sometimes, you get what you deserve :)
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Here's where I'm at: I've been completely stressing over money. Not money to go shopping or buy cute shoes, but money to survive. Since my loser ex, walked out and took all the money with him things have been very stressful. That would be money from the business that I STARTED, that he had no clue how to start. Money from the business that - I gave him money for. He took money from me, the house, his daughter, etc. His measly child support is pennies compared to what he makes. Money he makes that if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be making!
In the meantime, everyday is stress day. Thankfully I worked Saturday night. Sadly every penny i made has to go to bills. As an event planner/Bartender, I make great money. Unfortunately I do not book an event every day, or I would. So I worked and spent the entire night after work, adding up my debts. My original plan was to get off work at 1100pm and go out dancing.
It didn't work out like that this past weekend. My event went late, so I just drove home. I woke up early Sunday and forced myself to do at least one thing for myself, to take care of myself. When I say forced, I mean this is not something that comes easy. I decided to get my nails done.
What a big decision. As I said, every penny goes to paying bills. So the decision to get my nails done was not something I made lightly. DO I have the $20.00 to spend? Probably not. Will I have enough gas money for the week? - Bills are due.- Can I really afford to spend the $20.00" - Maybe I can find a cheaper place. - I can't walk around in sunny California with raggedy toes.- On and on my mind keeps going. All before 9am! I finally decide to just get up and do it. THEN I'll go take care of my other responsibilities. But I deserve this. I worked like a dog, and earned the money I made, and I need to take care of myself. Off I go....
I drive to the hood to get my manicure and pedicure. It's the cheapest place. So I'm sitting in the pedicure chair, massage buttons turned up to full tilt, and what do you think happens? That's right, I start balling my eyes out...again!
I'm in front of the asian lady, who doesn't speak a lick of English, and I just stat balling my eyes out! She looks at me stunned. I know she thinks she hurt me or something. I try to explain she did nothing, but she doesn't understand me. It's quite a sight. I can't stop crying. Again! fuck!
I'm crying because I'm still fighting with myself over the $20.00 bucks. I'm crying because the massage chair feels soooooo good. She had brand new chairs and they were awesome! I'm crying because I deserve to get my nails done! I'm crying because I remember when I went and got my nails done as often as I went to buy a cup of coffee. I'm crying because I DON'T DESERVE WHAT MY EX PUT ME THROUGH. I'm crying because I loved that man, had his back through thick and thin, gave him a business and a life he could be proud of, was down 100%, and mostly, I'm crying because I deserve better.
And with crying, comes a break through. Enough crying already! Yeah this s*** is sad. So I'll give myself permission to be sad. Just for today. Tomorrow I'll start over again.
It's tomorrow now, and here's my break through. That business that I started that my ex had no clue how to start....that business is worth money. He doesn't get to make 100,000 per year and hand me a measly 6,000 of it. How is that fair? He didn't even have a checking account before he met me. He can't even get a checking account now! How does he get to keep $94,000.00 dollars and act like he's doing me a favor by handing me a check every month, and not on time I might add. And while I'm picking up my daughter from his house, I see he's sporting a brand new living room set complete with couch, love seat, rug, coffee table...OH HELL NO!
So today, I will find out how much the business I started is worth. And then I'll get my fair share. And for all you men that think women just want you for money, know that's not always the case. But sometimes, you get what you deserve :)
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
What we write - What people read
I wrote about how I'm in a depressed funk, and then next day I got a whole bunch of spam mail about depression! 'Here, take this pill, it cures depression'. I guess the spam mail didn't read my blog! I clearly stated I don't believe in taking pills. It's a personnel choice.
I wrote Kim Vs. Countess from Atlanta housewife's and N.Y. Housewife's. Funny how everyone bagged on Kim about how she couldn't sing, but no one is even mentioning to the 'Countess' that she can't even come close to carrying a tune. It's laughable really. I sit on the edge of my bed, just waiting for someone to say, Sorry, Countess, but you really cannot sing." Yet NO ONE does. They keep addressing her as 'Countess' and telling her how fabulous she is. She is fabulous, but she CANNOT sing. There I said it! Lots of people had a comment regarding my housewife's post. Yet NO ONE seemed to care about the post below:
http://www.military.com/news/article/policeman-shoots-unarmed-marine-13-times.html.
POLICEMAN SHOOTS UNARMED MAN 13 times.
The above link was sent to me via www.military.com. As a veteran, I subscribe. This is the most horrific article I have ever read! I posted this on my facebook news feed, yet no one made not ONE comment!. I then looked for it this morning and somehow it was taken down. And not by me. I couldn't find it anywhere. hmmmm. FYI. I don't even live in Maryland where the incident took place. Nor do I know the family. I posted it because stories like these, involving police officers somehow seem to get buried. Disappear. Like my facebook post.
I started out blogging about how I'M so tired of being depressed. Then I read a story about a Marine, shot by policeman 13 times, at a club, after doing a tour in Iraq, cuz the marine made a comment to the cop's women. And I have the nerve to be depressed. There is so much more going on then me!
Today, I will shake off whatever bad mood I'm in. Pray that I and my children are alive, and Thank God for every moment I have. Even the rough ones!
I wrote Kim Vs. Countess from Atlanta housewife's and N.Y. Housewife's. Funny how everyone bagged on Kim about how she couldn't sing, but no one is even mentioning to the 'Countess' that she can't even come close to carrying a tune. It's laughable really. I sit on the edge of my bed, just waiting for someone to say, Sorry, Countess, but you really cannot sing." Yet NO ONE does. They keep addressing her as 'Countess' and telling her how fabulous she is. She is fabulous, but she CANNOT sing. There I said it! Lots of people had a comment regarding my housewife's post. Yet NO ONE seemed to care about the post below:
http://www.military.com/news/article/policeman-shoots-unarmed-marine-13-times.html.
POLICEMAN SHOOTS UNARMED MAN 13 times.
The above link was sent to me via www.military.com. As a veteran, I subscribe. This is the most horrific article I have ever read! I posted this on my facebook news feed, yet no one made not ONE comment!. I then looked for it this morning and somehow it was taken down. And not by me. I couldn't find it anywhere. hmmmm. FYI. I don't even live in Maryland where the incident took place. Nor do I know the family. I posted it because stories like these, involving police officers somehow seem to get buried. Disappear. Like my facebook post.
I started out blogging about how I'M so tired of being depressed. Then I read a story about a Marine, shot by policeman 13 times, at a club, after doing a tour in Iraq, cuz the marine made a comment to the cop's women. And I have the nerve to be depressed. There is so much more going on then me!
Today, I will shake off whatever bad mood I'm in. Pray that I and my children are alive, and Thank God for every moment I have. Even the rough ones!
Friday, June 11, 2010
Kim vs. Countess (ATL Housewife's Vs. N.Y. Housewifes)
Off the subject I know, but don't you think it's crazy how everyone completely talked crap about Kim and her singing, but no one is telling the 'Countess' on NY housewife's that she can't sing at all. It's all so fake! Everyone is like, "oh fabulous Countess." Come on! I like her, but she is way worse then Kim ever was, and sorry to say but I would much rather look at hot Kim singing in her tone-deaf voice, then the Countess. Keep it real!
Please read and comment!
Policeman Shoots Unarmed Marine 13 Times
http://www.military.com/news/article/policeman-shoots-unarmed-marine-13-times.html?wh=news&ESRC=dod.nl#community
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