I got divorced. It doesn't mean I have some incurable disease and that you have to tell me "Well, you sure look good!" when you see me.
This is why I hide. This is why I don't want to go out and see people...they act like it's some miracle of nature that I am still surviving and that I still exist.
It was totally hideous when I saw some people last weekend and I felt utterly uncomfortable and weird.
Holidays, schmolidays. I cannot wait until 2013 and I can just say goodbye to 2012. It has been a most unkind year.
Ok. Now that I've got you totally depressed, here is a little holiday something-something that I thought was pretty neat:
Click here to see your house with gentle snow falling in front of it!
So you got divorced. I have no opinion, good,bad, or indifferent. Been there twice myself and now I was recently widowed. After three weeks of giving myself a Pity Party,I joined a dating site for seniors and met someone. I could care less what anyone thought, including my nine kids. LIFE is too short to live it alone. I like the number TWO when I do things, better than I do ONE.
ReplyDeleteIf you are down Lisa, please see a professional or join a Meet Up group or join a Singles Match or,or,or.
You can use my motto; "One hundred years from now, who the fuck will know or remember." ;0)
(((hugs)))Pat
Nice Christmas globe....and where the hell did the beginning of my comment to you go? I had to start over again. YOU are worth it! I shit you not!