This week has felt absolutely grueling. I have no idea why, but it’s like time just slowed down to a snail’s pace. Monday feels like a year ago. I am SO glad it’s Friday.
In other news, the first official week of Weight Watchers was a success. I lost 1.6 lbs. Not huge, but a good, healthy average if I can keep it up. At this rate, I should have met my goal just in time to put it all back on over Christmas.
I am so exhausted today – the ever so considerate ex called at the verylastminute last night (which was 11:45pm – nearly 2 hours after I’d gone to bed) to let me know he was coming to retrieve his piece of shit car on Sunday and save himself another month of storage charges. That will officially be the last reason I have for having to see him again. Say it with me now – closure is good.
And along with the car goes the sewing machine. His mom has decided she’d rather I didn’t have it now, despite the fact that she gave it to me over a year ago when she got a new one. Not that I didn’t expect this to transpire, it’s just her nature (gee, I wonder where he learned to be selfish?). I haven’t ever actually used it, so it’s not like I’m going to miss it – but the whole “indian giving” scenario amuses me, since I’ve listened to her diatribe about it more than a few times regarding her exes (gee, I wonder where he learned to be a hyppocrite?).
As bitter as it sounds, it’s not. Just another in a long stream of haircut entries. I’ll stop torturing you all now, and say that pictures will be up later tonight or tomorrow morning.
wow.
you broke up.
wow.
Rant away! I certainly do it enough on my site 🙂
Lookin’ forward to catching up with you guys on Friday!
Ciao…
*BIG HUG*
you can rant all you want!
(and definitely next friday)
Blather all you want bout the ex. Lord knows I’ve wept to you enough about my horrible experiences in the love department.
*sighs* I really miss you. Have a good weekend, love.
Oh, sweetie, it’s ok. I can’t speak for everyone, but I don’t feel tortured by your talking about this. Breakups are tough, even when it’s totally the right thing to do (and in this case, it sounds like you’re dodging a bullet…two, if you throw in Mom…hope that wasn’t offensive).
(((hugs)))
It’ll get better.