Some say I'm lucky to only move 3 times in 28 years, but it's not any easier. Now I sit here in my final days of this apartment that was my whole world for so long, remembering the day we moved in and it's hitting me how time really is a theif, and how fast everything can change
We moved when I was 5 to a bigger house to fit our families needs.
I moved when I was 20 to a little apartment with my bf just after I had our 1st baby.
I'm moving now at 28, idk exactly where or what I'm doing.😒
This year my world fell apart. I broke off an 8 year engagement, 9 year relationship. That statement alone speaks volumes, he didn't want to commit and the mental abuse was too much.
Not to be THAT person but being an empath is so exhausting. My husband is in a bad mood because of something completely unrelated to me and as soon as I picked up on it I immediately went into a funk. Like idk how to separate myself from other people’s moods and feelings.
Sisters horse cut her leg, requiring stitches.
Vet: you can keep spraying the saline on the wound if you'd like.
Me: *instantly drops the syringe on the floor needle first. As if I, a diabetic, never dealt with a syringe before.* 🥴
Love the fact that my landlord chose the beginning of February to come and paint over some mold in my apartment so in order to try airing it out, so I don't have to breath in these fumes, I now have to sleep in a bedroom that's 30°F
When she's yours she brings the sunshine
When she's gone the world goes dark
Yeah, she's heaven on the eyes
But boy she's hell on the heart
#EricChurch
The one night I was going to get to sleep early, then there's a knock on the door. Just spent the past 2 hours listening to/helping a friend work through some life issues.
I can control 2 German Shepards better when they're trying to attack eachother than my neighbor can control their 1 dog in any instance, which resulted in them going after eachother to start with. 🙄