So, I started writing again. Something that used to happen several times a day. It's a bit strange to think about putting things back out there to be read. Although I don't believe anyone but me is reading them!
The last few days have been... let's say stressful. From crabby people crossing my path to expecting to be a mind reader. It's just ridiculous to say the least.
So when dating is it customary to expect when one of the people says something as promise, maybe with out the words "I promise" put in front, it's kind of expected that the person saying the words will go through with it. Or at least acknowledge the inability to be able to follow through? For example, "Ok honey, I'm going to go, I will call you in the morning" is it expected that there would be a phone call? Is this expecting too much? What is the appropriate reaction to this lack of follow through. No, I'm not talking once in awhile, but consistently. Is it wrong to get fed up? Or to blow up to some degree?
ok thats all i got today
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
My first blog entry
It's been a long time since I have had a chance to write. I feel rusty, a bit unsure, and actually a bit afraid. I used to write for therapy, especially when I lived out on the island of Guam.(Find where this is here) But someone took that and betrayed me with the information I shared. I can only hope that this same person won't return to do the same. Or worse!, my ex's spy on my life. They are the ones who no longer wish to be a part of it why do they care what my experiences or thoughts will be? Oh wait, because they are 99% evil! :)
With that being said, I will introduce myself I go by merely Pink on here, to keep my identity safe from those mentioned above. I am currently 36 years old, reside in the northern part of the Grand Strand here in South Carolina. I am first and foremost the mother of two of the most amazing people that have ever walked this earth. My son and daughter, 16 and 12. I'm am blessed to have my daughter with me daily, while my son lives north of me in another state with his father. With that I am also a herder. A dog herder to be exact, no not literally. But sometimes when I come to the door after work I feel like I am. As they try to beat me down to my knees and maul me after busting my butt all day. Really only one of them is mine but being as I live with family they aren't aware that they are actually part of separate households. There also resides a couple of cats and the most indestructible gold fish to ever survive on this plant! The remainder of my family in the house, mother, father and grandfather to me on very odd family. But for now this is us, and more importantly to this blog, me.
I do work as I mentioned but it's hardly the type of job I ever thought I would end up with. It's in the housekeeping dept. as a training manager for a resort. To be quite honest it's just a smoke screen to say I am" just a whatever we need you to do"' girl. So that's why when I tell you what I'm about to tell you it doesn't really bother me much. I won't be doing this much longer. This girl found herself the person she was meant to be with, and in about two months I'll be moving in with him. No it's not around here unfortunately. So that means yet another big move for me, that will make move number 34. I think I might have screwed up on that number since I think I was stuck at 33 through the last few moves, but that's the count I have anyway. Living all over the world, and especially here on the east coast is my specialty. It's not really much fun to be honest, to top it off, it's not even a permanent move. I have one more at least behind it. It's a temporary home for him and with me in it too. He promises we will be looking for our dream home very soon. We spotted one when I was up there but it was sold just a few days ago. So alas it wasn't meant to be.
So this knight in shining armor I speak of, his name is Steven. I'll leave it at that. he's a few years younger. If you didn't know it you would never with out being told. We are a very new relationship and to be honest it's scary as hell. See, this won't be my first marriage (yes marriage is in the future). Nor my second... not even my third. It will make number 4. Ouch, just saying that hurts. Yes, I am way too young to have this many racked up, THIS TIME IS NOT THE SAME!..
Let me repeat that,
This time, is NOT the same.
Seeing this one completely different is going to be the key that will help me hold on tight to the right things, and god willing, help me let go of the bad things.
I keep thinking back to when I met and got together with my second husband. The things I did wrong, and the things I know he did wrong. That lead to nothing but a foundation made of lies. It destroyed us before we got off the ground.
I will not say that this relationship is perfect, a whole bunch of that lays on my his shoulders right now as he is the one who has gotten very cross with me with no reason other then he had to take things out on someone and that someone was me. Needless to say, it's been almost 24 hours of everything being back to "normal" with a solid week behind of it in turmoil. My thoughts lead me to seeing if he is going to be game to put ourselves first and once I am there and settled putting ourselves in some relationship classes. We will need to build on what we have and learn to deal with eachother with out anger, and my response to that, hurt.
Well did this girl ever go into quite the rant on her man or what?!
At any rate, I am going to have to cut this short here. As I will need to pick my beautiful bright and talented daughter up from Cheer leading practice!
One last thing.. this has been great, for who ever ends up reading this, thank you! If you dare to even want to get into my life at all. It's not always interesting today but trust me there is ALWAYS a story to tell.. my life has never once been considered, dull.
Pink~
With that being said, I will introduce myself I go by merely Pink on here, to keep my identity safe from those mentioned above. I am currently 36 years old, reside in the northern part of the Grand Strand here in South Carolina. I am first and foremost the mother of two of the most amazing people that have ever walked this earth. My son and daughter, 16 and 12. I'm am blessed to have my daughter with me daily, while my son lives north of me in another state with his father. With that I am also a herder. A dog herder to be exact, no not literally. But sometimes when I come to the door after work I feel like I am. As they try to beat me down to my knees and maul me after busting my butt all day. Really only one of them is mine but being as I live with family they aren't aware that they are actually part of separate households. There also resides a couple of cats and the most indestructible gold fish to ever survive on this plant! The remainder of my family in the house, mother, father and grandfather to me on very odd family. But for now this is us, and more importantly to this blog, me.
I do work as I mentioned but it's hardly the type of job I ever thought I would end up with. It's in the housekeeping dept. as a training manager for a resort. To be quite honest it's just a smoke screen to say I am" just a whatever we need you to do"' girl. So that's why when I tell you what I'm about to tell you it doesn't really bother me much. I won't be doing this much longer. This girl found herself the person she was meant to be with, and in about two months I'll be moving in with him. No it's not around here unfortunately. So that means yet another big move for me, that will make move number 34. I think I might have screwed up on that number since I think I was stuck at 33 through the last few moves, but that's the count I have anyway. Living all over the world, and especially here on the east coast is my specialty. It's not really much fun to be honest, to top it off, it's not even a permanent move. I have one more at least behind it. It's a temporary home for him and with me in it too. He promises we will be looking for our dream home very soon. We spotted one when I was up there but it was sold just a few days ago. So alas it wasn't meant to be.
So this knight in shining armor I speak of, his name is Steven. I'll leave it at that. he's a few years younger. If you didn't know it you would never with out being told. We are a very new relationship and to be honest it's scary as hell. See, this won't be my first marriage (yes marriage is in the future). Nor my second... not even my third. It will make number 4. Ouch, just saying that hurts. Yes, I am way too young to have this many racked up, THIS TIME IS NOT THE SAME!..
Let me repeat that,
This time, is NOT the same.
Seeing this one completely different is going to be the key that will help me hold on tight to the right things, and god willing, help me let go of the bad things.
I keep thinking back to when I met and got together with my second husband. The things I did wrong, and the things I know he did wrong. That lead to nothing but a foundation made of lies. It destroyed us before we got off the ground.
I will not say that this relationship is perfect, a whole bunch of that lays on my his shoulders right now as he is the one who has gotten very cross with me with no reason other then he had to take things out on someone and that someone was me. Needless to say, it's been almost 24 hours of everything being back to "normal" with a solid week behind of it in turmoil. My thoughts lead me to seeing if he is going to be game to put ourselves first and once I am there and settled putting ourselves in some relationship classes. We will need to build on what we have and learn to deal with eachother with out anger, and my response to that, hurt.
Well did this girl ever go into quite the rant on her man or what?!
At any rate, I am going to have to cut this short here. As I will need to pick my beautiful bright and talented daughter up from Cheer leading practice!
One last thing.. this has been great, for who ever ends up reading this, thank you! If you dare to even want to get into my life at all. It's not always interesting today but trust me there is ALWAYS a story to tell.. my life has never once been considered, dull.
Pink~
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)