February

I hate February.
I hate that my husband forgets Valentine's day every year.
I hate that I expect my man to remember and do something special.
I hate that there has to be a day to remind us to show our love to those who are important to us.
AND now I hate it because it's the month my husband cheated on me.

February 27th. I hate that day! I hate it more than any other day all year! I don't know how to get that day to become normal again. I don't want it to mean anything. I don't want to remember what happened on that day! I DO NOT WANT THAT DAY TO EVEN BE!

I wish I could take every young man and tell him of the pain they can cause women if they give into their deviant sides. I wish I could explain how much their actions affect the women in their lives. I wish there was a way to make men FEEL the emptiness, lonliness, and pure hell I have felt this last year!

If there was anyway to take February 27th away I would! I would give anything for that! But, i can't, so I've just got to figure out how to deal with this! How DO I deal with it? What do I do? how do I not let February 27th haunt me for the rest of my life? So, here's to 26 days of trying to figure it out before I reach that dreaded first anniversary.

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