Okay well I'm back...
dun a nunna nunna na
I can't begin to explain to you how much my life changes from day to day. One moment I'm living in Glenwood chillen with the coolest kids I know, having the time of my life and the next I'm in Leadville in a deep state of drunken depression because that was just how I got when things went bad. Then I meet a guy who I think is totally amazing and we get along perfectly-like have EVERYTHING in common and he's my perfect 5 star type of guy. We figure we're in love and going to get married one day-he'll play baseball and I'll be at home with the kids, teaching at some school and either writing a book or coaching volleyball (well I guess for the most part that was my dream.) Well one thing came true....
I'm pregnant. Congratulations! Right? I'm in a weird numb state right now, going through the motions of eating healthy, taking vitamins and working 60+ without taking a day off. Yes I'm excited, I want nothing more then to raise my own tiny human and show them the world that I never got to explore fully but hey that's life. My family took the news well, mostly because they like him and don't know how much of an emotional roller coaster he is. Currently he's blaming me for not "getting him help" because supposedly all his drinking was a sign he was depressed. Oh and we had an unhealthy relationship because all we did was drink. As I recall I would get off work and he would say "want to get some beer" and that was if he didn't already have a 6 pack AFTER drinking a 6 pack. So now we're at the breaking point where I'm telling him I'm not his mother and I can't read his mind, and he says we aren't perfect for each other.
So besides the fact he's being a selfish asshole........I guess I'm okay.
I was raised without a father, and I know how hard it was on my mother. But I think I'm a pretty strong person when it comes down to it. I've moved all over, I've gone through divorce, death, abuse (drug, alcohol and physical), I've lived in a 2 bedroom house with 10 hippies stealing food from hotels, I've failed and passed school, loved and lost, been happy and sad-but I come out on top of whatever hits me hardest. I feel that life is too short to blame things on it and if you push everything behind you and don't look back you'll be okay.
So maybe I'll be okay?
I know I will finish school
One day I'll find a person who truly loves and accepts me
I know I'll make a great mother
I know I'll find a way to travel
I know eventually, I will succeed.
I almost wish there was a way to clear your mind of negative things and start again. A mind detox. A memory eraser. But there's not. Right?
It's funny looking back on the past 10 years of my life (love life that is) and seeing the faces fade of the ones that actually cared. The many nice ones I turned down to be with the bad. What was I thinking? Not that I need a guy-not by far-but all woman dream of that feeling and that experience and I of course pass it up. I could be walking the beach with him right now, or climbing a mountain with fabulous views with him. I could be an Army girlfriend (kind of glad I passed on this one) with him, or I could be going to shows watching him. Ah. Oh well.
I walk alone.