Every time I feel like I almost have a leg up, my world seems to kick me right in the teeth over and over and over. Today I came home and my water was shut off. I swear every time something like this happens it makes me want to just walk over to the drawer and suck start that pistol. I’m going to try to ask for help… something I don’t usually do. But I’m going to try anyway. Unless you know someone who would just come over and shoot me in the forehead and walk out.. .that would honestly be preferable. I’m waterless, soon to be powerless, and homeless. I can’t feed my dogs. I’ve been drinking expired protein shakes for something like 8-9 months. Idk, I stopped counting. I just want life to NOT suck. But it’s a never ending battle. Seriously never ending.
Every day I wake up and I wish for my life to get better.. to have something to live for. Something I can focus on, to spend my time on.. to make life somewhat meaningful. I am lost. I’ve been lost for a long time. When I had Donald, I felt for the first time in a long time that the future held something for me. That I wasn’t just floundering around waiting for life to start. I felt like tomorrow was something to look forward to and not just a repeat of yesterday’s emptiness. I know that life should be something more than this. I know that there is supposed to be something out there that makes me happy. But I just can’t find it. The military held promise, but that chapter is about to close on me before I am finished. I don’t want to say goodbye to it. I felt like I had so much more to give. I’ve tried working out – but I just can’t find the motivation. I am so tired of being alone. So tired of having no one in my life to talk to, so tired of being alone. I have friends, but they have families and lives and children and everything else that takes precedence. I just want to matter. I can’t live like this. I hate my life. I don’t know how to change it. I’ve tried and failed so many times. I just want someone to love me.. anyone. Friends, family, some random stranger.. I don’t even care. Every time I think of leaving Beau, my chocolate lab, I cry. I don’t cry for the end of my life, I just cry because I know he will be confused and I have no idea if anyone would take him. And even if they did, would they love him enough to keep him happy? I just want the pain to stop. I just want the emptiness not to feel so dark and vast and never ending. I want to close my eyes and never open them again. I wish I could just get hit by a giant truck and be done with it all. Just make the pain stop. Make it all go away.
My friend and I went to see Magic Mike and of course, it was nothing short of droolworthy.. but the part in the movie that caught me off guard was the part where they are telling this woman that she is worthy. Worthy of love and worthy of being treated like a queen and having her every fantasy fulfilled because her husband should love her enough to want to SEE her. Her fantasy was making love with the lights on, listening to her favorite song. One of the guys in the movie started singing the song she mentioned and began touching her hair as knelt down in front of her and held her hands while he looked into her eyes.
It was this part that made me cry. Remembering you staring at me, touching my face and telling me how incredibly beautiful I was.. remembering you dancing with me in the kitchen to no music. Just you and me. The world completely melted away every time you looked at me. I loved coming home to you. I loved talking to you about my hopes and dreams and what we could accomplish together. I loved every minute of every day – even our fights. I cried because I don’t think it’s possible to find that more than once. I don’t think that anyone will ever quite understand me the way that you did. I won’t deny that you were broken. I am broken too. I was broken then, and even more so now without you.
“If I fall for you.. I’ll never recover. If I fall for you, I’ll never be the same.”