“Love doesn’t hurt, loving the wrong person does.”
Hi everyone! I hope you had a good week. Mine has been CRAZY. Too much going on. I do believe Satan fights us harder when we decide to fight back. I had to pull myself up several times this week. I did manage to get a couple of posts finished. If you didn’t see those, here ya go…
I should be completely finished with my Mr. Bodyguard series very soon. Yay! I was going to wait to post anymore parts until I was done, but I couldn’t help it. I have 3 scheduled this week I believe. It’s a very long story. I’m trying my best to shorten it while leaving in the important things that can’t be left out. Nothing will make sense if I only tell half the story. Writing about him has been painful… very painful. I already wake up everyday with a broken heart and talking about him can result in dreaming of him at night if I’m not careful. I was listening to a lady the other day and she was talking about moving on basically. We can’t get stuck in the past. She was talking about a man who died and she said, “He’s not coming back.” That sentence got me. My Ex-husband is alive, but our story is over. He’s never going to be a part of my life ever again and everything we had is… over. When you love someone with as much intensity as I loved him, “over” can be devastating. For me, it definitely has been. Just trying to get through the day without falling to the floor and shattering into a million pieces takes everything I have in me. I’m looking for the healing I’m supposed to find. Time heals everything right? No… nope, I honestly think time heals NOTHING.
My youngest daughter is feeling better, but not totally well yet. She missed over a week of school. If she isn’t back to herself soon, I think I need to make her another appointment. Poor girl. As for me, I just cannot seem to get over this stuff, so I’m just dealing with it the best I can. I kept on going. I put my make up on several days this week AND I took time to fix my hair no matter how I felt. My “washed daily and put back up messy bun” changed to a cute pony tail either high on top or to one side (I call that my “Spanish look”) with straightened bangs. I also wore a new shirt almost everyday out of my neglected closet. I have to say, I felt more myself. I really love the new clothes I had just hanging in there waiting to be worn. I’m slowly pulling my “old self” up and finding her. No matter what Hell is breaking lose that day. I refuse to keep on like I was. That went on for way too long.
I worked really hard on this yellow cake with chocolate icing…
I wasn’t very confident about it. I didn’t have enough faith in myself I guess. My Man cut himself a huge slice, ate it all and said, “That’s the best cake in the world!” He did give me one bite and it was GOOD. That’s all I eat thought, one bite. I enjoy baking and cooking for the people I love. I made these banana nut muffins and they were a bigger hit than the blueberry…
For girls night, I made myself a quick salad and limited myself to ONE piece of pizza…
(I love my teami tumbler Dollface got me)
I HAVE to cut out as much sugar as I can. I got addicted to sweet tea once again and it’s not funny. I love my chocolate too. I’m not supposed to have ANY sugar…at all. Well, maybe just on holidays. I gave up soda completely maybe… a week ago. Next is sweet tea. Oh dear. My love affair with sweet tea goes all the way back to when I was a young girl.
“Sweet tea is the house wine of the south!”
Seems like all Hell is breaking loose around here. I’m just gonna keep on writing. 😉
Hope you have a great week!
Amazed By His Grace,