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Another chapter comes to an end.

Ken 2.0 and I broke up today. It's sad but at the same time necessary. This is a statement which goes out to all potential future mates. First and foremost, I am a mother. My child comes first in my life. I do not randomly leave my child places willy nilly so I can go have fun, especially when I only get her every other week now. When you have a child, things happen that are beyond your control. And if you can't understand this then I suggest you move along. My first responsibility is to do the best I can in raising my daughter.

Some days..

Some days I know everything will be okay, some days I have to convince myself of this. Today is one of the days I know everything will be okay but at the same time, I'm just disillusioned with life. I have this blasè attitude about it all. Probably the wrong way to feel, but it beats investing tons of emotion in something. I guess you could say my give a damn's busted. It's so bad that I'm actually looking forward to be out of town the next few days for work because it means I won't spend my evenings lonely. And I'll get to interact with other adult people and have fun. And I don't even care that I'll be there for my birthday. But I will be sad to miss my Wednesday with my girl!

Hmmmmm

It's funny. If you had told me this time last week that things would calm down for me this week, I wouldn't have believed you. It's hard to believe how much things can change in less than a week. Not huge, life-changing events, but things small enough that they make you do realize that everything happens for a reason. For one, I'm moving to a smaller, more affordable house. Same landlord, keep my pets, etc. It's nice when you realize how much people really are looking out for you. It's so touching. I really am blessed and thankful for the people in my life. Second, I broke down and sold my old Boopmobile. It was a bittersweet moment. But part of me feels like it is just another step in letting go of my past. That car holds a lot of memories, happy and sad. It was time to let it go. So the next two weeks shall be busy. The thought of getting packed in move in the next 14 days overwhelms me, but I'll get it done.

Good Ship Barbie Girl

It goes without saying, given the tone of my blog that I've been struggling. Big time. Mentally and physically. With every aspect of life. My personal life, my finances, my work, my friendships, you name it. And this is where I come to whine. Today was started off with health issues. Ended up at urgent care, getting a shot in the butt by a handsome twentysomething guy (Um, I almost died of embarrassment) and a prescription for steroids and antibiotics. My cold/sinus madness turned into a sinus infection and bronchitis which made my asthma haywire. The butt shot and steroids I started this evening have kicked in. I can breathe better and am now wound the heck up. I've been on a cleaning spree and have to remind myself to not overdo it. Consider this my break. Amidst all the other crap I'm dealing with, my car now decides to change it's relationship status with me from "in a relationship" to "it's complicated". The check engine light is …

I refuse to sink...

I actually got the line "I refuse to sink" off a picture of a tattoo on Facebook. But it's fitting for the way I feel right now. I feel like I'm sinking, sinking, sinking. Financially, mentally, physically, emotionally, any way possible. The financial issues are probably the stem of all the other issues. I don't know how many people have told me, just don't worry, God will provide. I'm a Christian, but I suspect when the day comes that they come to shut off my electric or cable or water that they are going to want cold hard cash, not a sermon. And forgive me, I don't mean to mock God but I'm just cynical right now. The weeks I have Barbie, Jr. are pretty good, aside from last week when we were sick. But she keeps me busy, she keeps me sane. The weeks like this, when she's gone I'm lost, lonesome, sad. I'm tired of being a doormat. Someone's last thought. Their option. Tired of not standing up for myself whether it be…