tough week
In an example of infinite wisdom and planning, I put my dog to sleep and broke up with my ABF boyfriend in the same week!
I’m sitting here at my desk feeling horrible, trying not to cry.
I feel horrible because I am so sad.
I feel horrible because I am such a freakin’ emotional person that I can’t brush all of this aside and focus on my work.
I feel horrible because I, sort of, broke up with my boyfriend – again. How stupid is that?! – again. It’s not what I want. I know that he's "trying to get sober" but the 30 days, 3 mos. reprieves of sobriety come between weekly drinking and drug binges. It's been like this for 3 years. He's been an addict for 20. I feel horrible because I really love this man for a lot of good reasons. I’m afraid that I’ll cave. I’m afraid that I won’t cave.
And I miss my dog!!!