It's been too long since I have posted. And anyway, I have decided that maybe having an online journal where my soul is poured out for general public is a little egotistical. While my life is nothing short of a lurid soap opera, who really wants to know? According to the blog statistics, I don't get many hits these days...and maybe never really have so...
Well things have changed, as they always do. I have had more than enough boyfriends and more than enough insipid dates. I have had more than enough visits from CPS. Oh yes, child protective services. Someone continues to call them and allegate the stupidest, far fetched things. Like I am snorting Oxy's with my daughter. And I can't wait to get rid of my children...it goes on and on. 26 this last time. I laughed (but actually cried) when the social worker was laying it out in front of me. Who wants to cause me pain? Who wants me to lose my children? Who is the person who would put my children through another questionarre? And these cases...keep getting dismissed with no supporting evidence and yet, they tell me they have to invastigate the allegations. It's the law. The law. I am exhuasted with it.
But, in truth, I have been seeing Adam every day now since he has been out of jail. I enjoy my time with him. I am comfortable with him and while I don't feel that overpowering weakness that brought me to my knees before, I just like being around him. I don't trust him and would be crushed if he were seeing other girls...which I am fairly certain he is. But is so many ways I don't care. I just can't.
I was also evicted from my home last month. Financial ruin. No child support. No money. But I am glad we are moving. It feels like a fresh start. I don't mind starting over though I wish I were starting over and reversing the last three years.
All this and I am absolutely brimming with discontent.
Well things have changed, as they always do. I have had more than enough boyfriends and more than enough insipid dates. I have had more than enough visits from CPS. Oh yes, child protective services. Someone continues to call them and allegate the stupidest, far fetched things. Like I am snorting Oxy's with my daughter. And I can't wait to get rid of my children...it goes on and on. 26 this last time. I laughed (but actually cried) when the social worker was laying it out in front of me. Who wants to cause me pain? Who wants me to lose my children? Who is the person who would put my children through another questionarre? And these cases...keep getting dismissed with no supporting evidence and yet, they tell me they have to invastigate the allegations. It's the law. The law. I am exhuasted with it.
But, in truth, I have been seeing Adam every day now since he has been out of jail. I enjoy my time with him. I am comfortable with him and while I don't feel that overpowering weakness that brought me to my knees before, I just like being around him. I don't trust him and would be crushed if he were seeing other girls...which I am fairly certain he is. But is so many ways I don't care. I just can't.
I was also evicted from my home last month. Financial ruin. No child support. No money. But I am glad we are moving. It feels like a fresh start. I don't mind starting over though I wish I were starting over and reversing the last three years.
All this and I am absolutely brimming with discontent.
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