Going clubbing~

Their relationship was…interesting…and they both battled for control, and not infrequently they had heated discussions — arguments — okay, fights. They regularly resolved to do better, but on whose terms would they do better?

His! Hers!

Round and round, and then they would be making up and falling back in love, until before long they were “discussing” again. Over their many years together, this rhythm, which others might find unbearable, had become familiar and even comfortable, mostly because it was theirs. And in spite of the storm cycles, there had been no big betrayals — no affairs — or at least, um, none that she knew of.

She came to appreciate the volatility of their union, in her it cemented a warped sense of love, honor and trust. She knew the opposite could be said for him.

She stumbled upon many clubs in the night-time hours when others slept. She went clubbing, on her own, as a voyeur she could sit back and watch implosions. Relationships are a mystery to her, on the outside they can look shiny, pretty, wrapped up in a perfectly puffed out bow. Upon closer inspection, looking through a film covered glass the once shiny façade becomes a run of the mill story that can be found in every “Once upon a time” tale. Sitting there, eavesdropping on a table of jaded lovers she hears truths.

Yes, she has the best possible “Once upon a time” tale of her own.

Happily never after….cause she has it good~

Ahh..Monday, so we meet again. You dirty bitch. ~

Started another Sandra Brown book, I’m about half way thru it, may or may not get it all read tonight…had to take a break from it as my eyes were dry and my vision blurry. Have a doctor appointment coming up, still need to schedule my appointment in hell aka Austin…so not looking forward to that drive. May try to schedule it for a Friday and maybe get a chance to see an old friend while there.

My belly has been all tore up, so I thought I’d fix it with some ice cream…I don’t think that was the solution to the problem….now my belly is more tore up. Damn it! 😦

Talked to my favorite child, boy # 1, school is going well….miss him, he can make me laugh, all 3 of my boys can make me laugh, sometimes I just laugh at them, and that’s all good. Laughter is good medicine.

I am beginning to get more comfortable with laughter, it’s like I have given myself permission to enjoy life…not 100% where I once was, I’ll never be at that level, but I’ll take what I can get.

Well I guess this is it for now, I’m off to immerse myself in a world of make believe.

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