The Blogger Confessionals

There seem to be all sorts of things hiding in deep, dark corners lately.

Things that you want to share....but fear saying aloud.

So here's your chance. Hit that ANONYMOUS key and pour your heart out.

We won't tell.....

Sorry

I've been such a shitty blogger lately.

Honestly, I've got SO much really good material to write about...BUT, I can't use any of it!!!!

*Bangs head on desk in frustration*

Why you ask? Because every single person involved either reads this blog, or knows someone that does. *sigh*

Maybe I should just give up blogging altogether. I've been so slack about it lately anyhow. I don't know...we'll see. Things have been really busy lately and I've been pre-occupied. So we'll see if I have a creative gush at some point or what.

Last Word

Sometimes relationships end so suddenly and without warning, that the injured party is too gripped with shock to truly wrap their brain around what is happening. It seems as if you spend all of your final moments trying to make sense of what is being said...instead of saying what you really want to say.

THAT...well, that comes to mind the next day, and the next and the next and the next. Until you are kicking yourself in the ass for not asking the questions you needed answered, for not telling him your feelings about 'his decision' to turn your life upside down and for not telling him exactly what you think of him.

You know...sometimes, you just gotta have the last word.

That being said, maybe...possibly...there was an evening in the not so distance past, where I was feeling slightly more emotional than usual. And maybe, just maybe I decided to write a letter to said exboyfriend telling him precisely what I thought about him and his 'decision.'

Now, therapists will tell you...writing these things out is perfectly healthy, it's cathardic even. BUT...you're not supposed to actually send the finished project. THAT, you toss into the fire.

Unless your name is Lindsey.

Mine...yeah, it went straight into the mail. There has been no response, so I guess I got what I wanted. The last word. To be honest, it's not as fulfilling as I thought it would be but at least I finally got to have my say.

Thank You

To the man who loves me even when I'm grumpy.

Who makes me smile even when I want to frown.

And who wakes up next to me with no make-up and sleepy eyes and still thinks I'm the most beautiful girl in the world.

I miss you.