PUT SOME SUGAR IN YOUR BITTER

Spent some time taking wedding pictures out of frames. Not because I hate him or regret getting married, but because it would be totally psychotic for a divorced woman to hang her wedding pictures in her new bachelorette pad. I had no negative or positive emotions while doing this, it was just a task that created another task….finding new pics to put in the frames! While I was doing this though, for some reason I thought of my mother and how I know she would find it a sad thing. (you know who you are mom) It’s not a sad thing, it’s a moving on thing. And somehow I’ve found it easy to move on, even when he comes over and throws me off my bed accidentally in the middle of ….ahem. I’ve also spent PLENTY of time sitting around being sad about losing my house and my husband, but……it was never MY house to begin with, it was never MY life. Sure, I made it that way to a certain extent, its not like he kept me a slave (he did used to joke about taking my shoes away so I couldn’t leave) He’s done so much with his time, he worked really hard to get where he is, and has always taken care of me from day one. I could have also, but I didn’t. That was a bad choice I made with my time. I have made the excuse/statement that I devoted my life to him, I cared more about him than I do myself, blah blah, He didn’t want that…..niether did I.