Saturday, April 16, 2011

When he's gone.

When The Hunter is gone, I turn into the slug I really am. I always seem to have something to take care of or an appt. to go to and I resent it, for no reason what-so-ever. He will be home tomorrow and he can take care of the idiot tax man (who I told him not to go to in the first place and this could be a three month post in and of itself.). Then there's the oral surgeon who removed a cyst above a tooth (The Hunter's) back in Sept. YEAH! That's 2010! I have gone round and round with them and the insurance companies and so on about this, finally getting to the correct amount and finally explSNOW! SNOW! SNOW! SNOW ! SNOW! wait! no, don't go away.....really, there were snow pieces, SEE! There they are again! Oh, sorry. Where was I? Let's just say that I should be getting a portion of several people's paychecks because I am doing much of their work. Then there's my daughter. I know. Sorry. But I did go there Thurs. night for Cain's birthday. We also went to Nate's track meet but he ended up sick and no one really talked and it is just weird and dare I say it aloud? I think she IS self absorbed. I won't get into this. My son did finally get his disability. Yippee! I think he is the only one left that I consider to be a real person. Someone who just loves me with ease. He is good and honest. I have been hurt or should I say, freshly hurt again by a couple people. I know. I should just tell them but I don't want to hurt them. So yeah, I sit and let the pain wash through me. It does go through. Well,I think it does. I am turning into quite the whiny bitch aren't I? I will be back to read blogs later. That has become my favorite part of blogging. I should tell you my dreams. Like last night's was about a sex contest in a small town we were visiting. Weird, but in a cool way. Peace. BTW, I have so loved all of you who commented on my last two posts. Wow. I can almost cry over all the love you share with me. I doubt you truly understand how much it means to me. Thank-you all.

11 comments:

Ms. A said...

At least you wait to turn into a slug when Hunter leaves. I'm a slug, 24/7!

singedwingangel said...

I am sorry I haven't been around too much. Got enough drama on my own hill to make a dang daytime soap. Well maybe anight soap since the day ones are getting cancelled. Glad you and your son are doing good together and your daughter will grow up one day. I hope. My son goes for his disability exam Thursday fingers crossed he gets it.

Coffeypot said...

Tell me who's hurting you and I'll jerk a knot in their ass. I know you will be happy to see The Hunter home again...why? I don't know. But you will be.

Silly Girl said...

Hey! Enjoyed your blog! I have to follow a fellow Stephen King fan who loves thrift stores!

Dazee Dreamer said...

I am a slug whenever I am home. Now I consider myself in good company. :)

My youngest son is my rock. He has always been there for me. We have had little tiffs, but one of us will always make up because we can't stand it. I love my other kids, but they hold anger a little bit longer.

Good luck when the Hunter gets home.

Jenner said...

I've developed major trust issues because of being burnt so many times in the past, so I totally get that. People suck!!

Bossy Betty said...

Hang in there. Enjoy being a slug. Pass the popcorn for dinner.

Lost.in.Idaho said...

Sounds like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. No reason why you can't shrug it off from time to time and slug it up.

*hugs*

WhisperingWriter said...

I've been a slug ever since Tom left. I haven't shaved in...crap...weeks...

Shen said...

It sounds like life - well, like mine at least. I too am a different person when I'm alone. I too question the validity of all my relationships on a daily basis. I too think of myself as a slug when in reality I'm doing stuff all the time. It just never seems to be the RIGHT stuff, somehow.

I admire you for putting it all out there in your free-style way. I've bee dwelling on something for weeks which I've yet to write about on my blog... it feels too big to try to explain it and the longer I wait the bigger it gets.

And... I always love to read your posts and comments.

On My Soapbox said...

I know what you mean about "he is the only one left that I consider to be a real person." After spending last week visiting my family, I feel the same way about DH. I'm also wondering if I'm the only sane person in my family....