Monday, June 18, 2012

Weepy.

First of all, thank you thank you thank you SO much for the comments on my last post.  I have been so emotionally drained from that post that I could barely think about this blog.  It made my stomach hurt and my heart hurt... knowing that almost everyone who commented has gone through something similar - it's a powerful thing.

And also, a really sad thing.

Rationally, I know that there are all different kinds of men out there.  Kind men, strong men, funny men, macho men, and on and on and on.  What is it about women, about US and OUR FRIENDS that draws us to the weak men.  The men who make us/them feel less than.  The ones that only dull our strength and beauty.

Ahhh, I'm done.  I could go on and on but then I would die from self-inflicted navel-gazing. 

I've just never been in a "fight" with a friend before, especially not one that I instigated.

(Actually, that's not true.  I actually started this blog in a "fight" wit my college friends... it blew over eventually, but I was completely shattered at the time.  Funny how I had forgotten that completely, 4 years later.)

I can't even finish this post today.  Too many emotions and too much PMS. 

And I ate all the Salt & Vinegar chips at work yesterday and have to leave a few minutes early for work if I need to replenish them.

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In other heart news, sweet Cohen went to heaven two years ago today.

I will be thinking of him.  Happy, healthy, whole. In Heaven.

Monday's a good day for a nice cry, right?  That means I'll be all emotionally clear and bright for the rest of the week?  Yeah, good plan.

2 Classy Comments:

Deals, Steals and Heels said...

sometimes, you just HAVE to cry it out. things always feel a little less draining then =)

you'll get through this fight the way you're supposed to...either as her friend, or as a woman who's had to make that tough decision to walk away. but either way...it will be right.

midlifenatalie said...

I totally understand the having to walk away from a friend thing. I've done it. Well kind of. I think I walked partly away, ran back, walked a few steps, turned around and snuck back hoping she hadn't missed me, and finally just ran for the hills. It was sad, but so necessary. Even today...2 years later I wonder if I should go back...or if she would even have me back. I know I did the right thing and continue to pray for her.

Between tears don't forget to smile and laugh. It helps.

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