It's been a rough week, and today I faced yet I realized that another serious problem has been following me around for several months now, and must come out in the open. It's time.
Do you know when something exists, yet the anxiety of just verbalizing it to anyone else consumes you as a being, because God forbid if you do so, it will become truthful?
I especially feel guilty for not being up front with my husband. I think he knows it's there. I've danced around the issue for some time. He can see my mood alter instantly out of the blue, yet I continue to wonder if he knows the exact reason behind my occasional outbursts.
I have a lump.
And no matter where I go, I can't escape the fact that it's there.
She weighs 48 pounds and is 3 months shy of turning 7.
My youngest daughter won't leave me the fuck alone, people!
I CAN NOT CONTINUE THIS WAY.