Ive just made this tumblr because one night while i should have been writing an essay i was contemplating if it would be possible to follow every single person on tumblr. wow. thats a lot of people. will it be possible? im gonna find out. please reblog this and spread the word.
if i see a plus next to your name i will click it no questions asked. please help me on my journey.
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Hello, again, Tumblr. Just an update. That asshole husband I was talking about all of those long and lonely months finally grew a pair and divorced me. I guess there are always two sides of every story. Clearly, in my misery, I managed to make him miserable, too.
There is really a long story to it, starting with me going BACK home after baby was born because he got physical again. I flew back september, and two days after I came home he got physical again. I told on him, and he divorced me because he thought he was going to lose his job. I’ll post some sound clip its of the crazy shit he’s said since the divorce. I really think he is out of his mind.
Anywho, I am now the custodial parent of our 10 1/2 month old son, Gabriel. And he’s skipping out on child support. Now, this is a double edged sword for me. Should I report him, and risk endangering his career which is financially supporting us right now? Or do I keep my mouth shut and let him do what he’s doing?
Hello, again, Tumblr. It seems like I always come to you in my times of need.
First order of business: I hereby introduce to you the newest member of my family, Gabriel Richard. I am ridiculously in love with this kid.
Thank goodness he loves me, back, because my husband seems to be having a hard time doing that. I wish I had an IPhone, so I could upload all of the horrible things he has said to me, but alas, he broke that along with my heart.
I have always been a pushover. I lose all of my internal battles, give in to temptation so easily… And, generally, give up easily, too. I suppose that plays a role in why I continue to stay with him despite the emotional (and occasionally physical) abuse.
I am tired of trying, but I am also too tired and too deep in to leave this relationship. I am afraid I am losing every sense of myself… Goodbye, Sarah… Hello Icequeen.
Acrylic on paper. So much more impressive in person, but I love how it turned out.
I am currently struggling with how to forgive and forget. In the past year, I have been hurt both physically and emotionally by someone who was supposed to love me entirely. Even throughout my pregnancy, my husband has put his feelings and desires ahead of mine, and I feel tired and used.
I do not know how to let all of that go. I would like to think of myself as a decent person; I have my own set of beliefs, and they are all based on the idea that everyone deserves love and understanding, regardless of what they have done and who they are.
However, with so much resentment, I am finding it hard to make my beliefs and my feelings mesh. Things between he and I are not perfect; I have previous posts about how I am dealing with all of that, but how do you deal with the trespasses against you? How do you accept apologies for scenarios that arose out of complete selfishness? How do you stay positive in light of all the things that have already happened?
I am at a loss, here…
My interest in blogging was waning for a while—I over committed myself when I had too much going on already. What makes this time any different? Well, for one, I legitimately have little else better to do. And, two, I really need an outlet for both artistic and bitch-tistic reasons.
I finally moved back to Hawaii. I was under the impression things with my husband had finally changed and that I would not be living a miserable and lonely life. It has now been about 4 months, and I am sad to say the realization has hit me that the only way to actually be happy with him is to ignore his short comings and focus on myself.
I can’t seem to fix the fact that he doesn’t want to have sex with me, or that he has a temper that is only aggravated by his extreme passion for video games that make him rage. He also suffers from an extreme disappointment of self, which is easily irritated by my continued disappointment in our sex life, and persistent nagging about house chores as I become increasingly more pregnant.
The only solution, here, is to distract myself from my unhappiness and to keep my mouth shut when I have nothing nice to say… Sadly, this solution is only a half-fix. He still gets angry, still gets depressed, still gets irritable and agitated and takes it out on me… It does not truly solve any of the problems, it is just like putting a band aid on a head wound. Temporary, and not enough.
I am, however, looking forward to my little squishy face. Gabriel Richard Sutton will be the light in my very dark and lonely world, and he deserves every bit of hope and faith and love I have to offer him.
Véronique Meignaud, Silencio