Commence anxiety attack.
I’m sitting at my desk on this lovely Friday and Facebook decides to remind me that exactly two years ago, I was on a plane surrounded by my family, closest friends — and soon-to-be husband.
Gee, thanks Facebook. And fuck you too.
I absolutely want to be reminded of how excited I was to be starting a life with, who I thought was my soulmate.
Thats about all I can say right now.
Oh, and the best part? I told Facebook I didn’t want to see that post and Facebook apoligized for “showing me a memory I didn’t want to remember.”
My anniversary is Sunday.
Think he will remember?
Think he will think about that day? About me?
Why do I even give a fuck? I’ll be spending the day with my grandparents, going to church, out to eat and to the beach. And thanking God every second of the day for giving me a second chance at life and having the strength to walk away from fuck face.
And I just cried in the bathroom at work. Awesome.
The whole time I was in there I was thinking “get your shit together” something I regularly (and jokingly) tell my girlfriends.
I told three people about Facebook’s cruel little joke.
My best friend Alex (who will be here in a week for our cruise) my girlfriend at work (who is one of the very few people who gets to read this blog) and Single Dad (because he has gone through this and c’mon a girl need a bit of love).
And of course, all three were supportive and amazing and Alex told me to “drink up” (this is why she is my bestie).
Single dad sent me a poem (why does he have to be so amazing?) (see poem at end the end)
And suddenly I feel better. Thanks for listening to my tangent. Here’s to moving forward.
– End Rant –
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow–
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out–
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit–
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.