I’ve been a zombie this week. It started out with one of the worst dates of my life, possibly one of the worst I’ve ever heard of that didn’t end in a police report (honestly). It’s left me shaken all over again after just barely having regained my composure after the abandonment of that kid. Let’s just say that the Trump divide is great. About equally as great as some men’s lunacy and brokenness.
The middle of the week I was completely limp with exhaustion from work and the end rounded out with a very bitter fight with my exhusband over his poor parenting choices and our flailing, hurting child.
I cancelled two dates and have nothing set up for the weekend and plan on laying very, very low until Monday when I get my poor, sweet Pey back. I wonder where my fucks for anything else have gone. It’s nice.
I almost didn’t want to do Boobday today and I marvel at the discipline of other bloggers… but this is just the same shit from me. You all know I’ve been limping along for at least a year now. But I’m here and the love is still here, too.
Enjoy, friends. Love you. And happy Cinco de Mayo!!
NOT my tits:
Trying my best to own all those curves and folds.
Someone asked me recently why if I live alone I’m not naked all the time. Duh, I usually am.