Chapter 3 - Eggshells

     Welcome to Chapter 3. In this chapter, we're going to talk about the saying "walking on eggshells"....Have you (the reader) ever experienced it? I have and here are a few things I want to say to J about it.

    You are one of the most pickiest people I've ever known in my life. You're one of those people who can never be wrong. You know everything there is to know about everything. One of those "I told you so" people who can say it to someone else but God forbid someone say that to you! You won't talk to them for 2 fucking days. (Narcissist much?)

    Food - You hated my cooking. HATED it. You started out loving it when we first started dating. You said tho that I lost my ability to cook when I had my motorcycle accident. But you never offered to help. (Okay, maybe like twice) I would text you every. single. day. on my way home from work or at some point in the day and ask you what you wanted for dinner. I knew you were extremely picky so I was extremely careful as to what I cooked or even picked up in town. You would bitch about my groceries that I would buy but you never took it upon yourself to take that chore off me. But you sure didn't mind going to the store with your buddy, huh? Everybody was always more important than your family and we always came last. Anyway, back to the food. So yeah you were picky as fuck. as FUCK. I would bring home something I knew you'd like if i couldn't get in touch with you and you'd get here and SOMETHING would be wrong with it. Never failed. Yet you wouldn't go out to eat anywhere. I'd come home and cook something here and you'd refuse to eat it and what would my stupid fat ass do? Feed the girls and make you something different THEN I'd sit down and eat. Then I'd have to get your plate out of the bedroom b/c you were too lazy (spoiled) to take it to the kitchen. I had to do that. And get you more drink..or you'd make the girls do it. I am not saying you were all bad but there were a lot of times when I'd have to walk on eggshells to keep you from being pissed off about the stupidest shit...like food.

    I probably should have started this blog off with this part first b/c this is what convinced me to sit down and write this blog. We had Madelyn's open house today for 2nd grade. I have had so many mixed feelings today about the whole situation but I'm goin got tell you what I remember most about her first day of school EVER. It was your stinky ass attitude. You were never involved with these girls lives and that had NOTHING to do with me. You think that I was going to convince them when you moved out that you didnt' want to see them but you NEVER asked for them to come down there. I had to take them and when I did you'd text me within 15 minutes bitching about Melissa. To the point where I'd have to go get them. But I was driving to work this morning thinking about it and what I remember most is your attitude. I remember you getting mad b/c I didnt tell you in time and it was last minute. You were pissed and commented why would you want to go when you're never included in decisions about them anyway although when I'd try to talk to you about shit, you'd either not be listening, get mad bc you're watching tv or your phone or just say to do whatever, you didn't care. So eventually I stopped talking to you about it and just continued making the decisions on my own. But you finally grumbled and got up and went. Even tho you bitched the whole way. Then we argued in the parking lot of her school but I don't even remember for what. So that put a whole damper on shit. We go in and you're all pissy and huffing and puffing and you made me want to turn around and leave b/c I ws straight embarrassed. You lumbed down the hallway once I got her teacher info and you stood in the room basically in the doorway. Might as well had tapped your foot b/c you were ready for us to go before we even got there. That should have been a special day for us! For Madelyn! You put a black cloud over that whole thing and I don't like you very much for that.

    When you were around your family or what few "friends" you had, you talked down to me more often than not. Especially around your family and Josh. I had to be super careful what i said with them around so you didn't get mad. You'd be a dick to the point I left then you'd get drunk and blame it on me and talk mad shit about me. I knew your games. All of them. 

    I feel like my entire marriage had me walking on eggshells. I can promise you that will NEVERRRRR happen again. Evereverevereverevereverever

Chapter 2 - Part Deux

 Wanna know what pisses me off? The fact that I'm sitting here bitching to a computer screen. My fingers are the ones screaming at this blank screen, going a mile a minute because my mouth can't. I can't say this shit to YOU. All this shit that I have on my chest....This part (these parts, rather b/c there will be more than one I'm sure) where I'm in between chapters but just get something on my mind that i need to get off probably shouldn't go in this journal. I should probably start a rants and raves journal just for that...except it's rants and raves at YOU. It's thing that I should be able to say to YOU like fuck you for the shit you did for me. I fucking LOVE you and miss you but mannnnn fuck you. I can't even go a day without thinking about you. My heart hurts because you're not here. It hurts b/c I can't bitch at you and it hurts b/c I can't touch you and smell you and hear you. My heart and mind are so fucked up that I don't know whether I'm coming or going half the time although you wouldn't be able to tell it.

    I've had so many people tell me how happy I look, how I'm glowing, how my smile is brighter than it's ever been. Why is that do you think? I HATE that you died and I'd do anything to bring you back, but why do you think it is that I am feelin the way I am right now? Relief? No bitching. No walking on egg shells. No drunk texts or rants. No seeing you come in every day and smelling the alcohol on you. No wondering where you've been or who you're talking to. There is so much fucking relief in my soul that it's like a ton of bricks have been taken off my shoulders.

    I know that sounds horribly bad, trust me. I argue with myself about my feelings but this is my reality. You had me fucked up for so long that I Forgot to value myself. Sure I knew I'd always be ok no matter what. Sure I knew that I would and COULD make it without you. Sure I knew that at some point, I'd be happy again if you left. But sure I stayed my ass right there in the game b/c I kept thinking you would change. I look back now and realize you had no intentions of changing b/c you had me blinded by the bright bullshit. Who are you? Who were you the entire time we were married? I'm sure you loved me at some point, but idk if you loved ME or what I did for you. No wonder i had no self esteem and my confidence was nil. Every other relationship that turned out that way found me looking elsewhere for attention but not with you. I stayed right there, and I just became the wife and mom. I was no longer me....your narcissistic self had me doubting who I was and if I was even worth loving and having someone be loyal to me.

    And these people out here are all walking around like their best fucking friend is gone but you sat in this room, in this house and bitched about every one of them. CONSTANTLY. ALL of them. ALL of the people outisde of this house but to hear them talk, you were constantly bitching about me and telling people who shitty I was. Don't worry, they're all finding out the truth about the matter but it doesn't even matter. Your friend aren't my friends and they aren't even your true friends anyway.

    I absolutely loathe that I'm not looking at you in your face telling you this shit. I already know I'd be crying and you'd be calling me mexican lover and all the other hateful ass names you could come up with, but I'd get this shit off my chest to YOU. To the person that promised to never hurt me but stayed hurting me the whole fucking time.

    Yeah, fuck you. 

Chapter 2 - First Impressions

 Well here goes Chapter 2...

    This is the part where we "dated"...mannn were those some special times. You were everything I wanted and you consistantly had me with butterflies. You said all the nice things, like telling me I was an amazing person. I remember that conversation like it was yesterday, even where I was standing in my kitchen. It caught me off guard and I was like WOW, he's amazing!

    Our dates were always grabbing a slice of pizza at the store and hitting up the dirt road and power lines where you told me about some dude getting electrocuted and thrown into a tree and "don't you see his shoe up there in the top of the tree?" and had me terrified every time that we went down that damn road thinkin this dude is gonna come fuck with me from the other side lol Then you decided to work on your truck out there with zero lights...like taking the whole damn motor apart out there. No cell service, absolutely no lights for miles and miles and miles...down a long, dark dirt road. Scared. Shitless.

    We would ride for hours holding hands, talking, listening to music or just simply parked and looking at the stars. That was our time...I thought. Guess you had other ladies you liked to give butterflies to as well. 

    I remember the first time I actually met you. I hated your voice lol it was very nasally and irritated me. But I would give anything to hear it again...I ended up falling in love with that voice and loved hearing it (when it wasn't shouting or talking down to me). I miss you and I'm pissed at myself for that. I miss you like crazy, but I'm pissed b/c I want to walk away from you. I want to tell you to fuck the fuck off. I want to have the last word and that's not the case now, is it? 

    Ahem, I got off track. So back to first impressions.     

When I first saw you elbow deep in a motor, I fell in love with you all over again. You knew your shit I'll give you that. According to you tho, you knew shit you really didn't know shit about lol but you could never be wrong! Nope, not you!! Everybody but you was stupid, right? 

    I can't pretend that we didn't have some good times b/c that would be wrong. We did have some amazing times...like dancing in the bedroom about a month before you wrecked. You cried and danced with me. I thought that was the beginning of our fresh start since you hadn't been home very long. Now, I just don't know what to think. 

    I'm not sure what else to write at this moment. I'm struggling with writing something good that I don't have a "but then" ending to the story. You were amazing..."but then you weren't" You were attentive..."but then you weren't"...It's like saying "I'm loyal, until I'm not". Probably should've just said that anyway. 

Chapter 1 - Love/Hate

 Per the advice of my therapist, I am to write to you a book of sorts. It needs to be "our story" and it needs to be chaptered. I need to start at the beginning and write until I'm done. I don't know how to write a book, or judge when chapters should end and begin, so I'm going to bounce all around the place I'm sure. 

Chapter 1 - 2010

    This is the chapter where we met. I messaged you playing dumb about something and that led to where we are now. We talked so much for those first two years. We talked when you were at home, when you were at your friends, and now I'm pretty sure you even talked to me when you were at whatever girl you were with that time. I mean, that never changed so I'm sure I'm right.  You helped me through some really dark times in my life. You talked with me thru all the frustrations I felt during the time my dad and step mom were with me, you talked with me when he was dying. We had no problems keeping the conversation flowing...it was just easy with you in the beginning. You were different then, (as I'm sure I was too)...you talked different. You treated me different. You treated life different...something at some point broke and made you so angry. 

    But let me not get into that yet. Let's go back to the beginning, when life was so full of love and laughter. When  you knew exactly what to say and when to say it. When I didn't have to walk on eggshells to prevent making you angry b/c then I would be upset the entire day. Back to the beginning when you actually acted like you liked me. Back when we'd meet up somewhere and jump in the other's truck and we just ride while we talked or listened to music. Those nights were so amazing to me. It was simple, I didn't have to dress up and become someone I wasn't (sorry not sorry) and I got to know who you were during that time.

    I remember chatting online with you  for a full 12 hours or more. We watched the sun go down outside and we watched it come back up the next morning b/c we spent the entire night talking. Talking about our favorite things, our favorite songs, sharing videos back and forth and laughing and enjoying each other. I hadn't even met you still at this point...I'd see your truck coming out across the street in the afternoons, but I just could not convince you to stop. Guess that's b/c you were going home to a girlfriend or somethin...

    I thought I knew everything about you, who you were. Then I learned about Mason...we'd been talking for 2 years and not once had you brought up the fact that you had a son. I didn't care, but you never brought it up. I should have taken that as a red flag then but I didn't...of course. So you told me about Mason, then told me all about his mother, which you said she was keeping him from you and I believed everything you told me. I knew no better! I thought that I knew who Jason was b/c he was my soulmate and I thought I was his...Then let's talk about the engagement ring that you told me you bought me and were in debt for the rest of your life b/c you'll be making payments on it forever...I'm sure you remember that cubic zirconia you got off of ebay, right!? For $30?? You should have learned one thing about me by this point; I can find some shit out. The very next day I looked on ebay and found the same exact ring...I guess I should have been thankful tho b/c you at least got the bigger of the once available. 

    I gave up every bit of my independence for you and I kick myself in the ass for that. Mostly b/c I should have seen the signs before it got too late...BUT, I wouldn't have my girls if that were the case so I can't be too mad. You came to me with a truck that you didn't even own and a clothes basket full of clothes. That's it. But man how I loved you already at that point. You changed me in the fact that I didn't feel like I was missing anything anymore. I had you and you were everything that I wanted but never know I needed it...and I did need you! I needed the way you made me feel safe when I was with you. I needed the way you touched me like you loved every inch of my body. I needed the way you craved me...but I needed someone who was loyal to me and later we'll find out that wasn't the case at all. 

    Chapter 1 is the beginning of a wild almost 8 year marriage with you. The beginning of a life that I have/had such a love/hate relationship with. 

    Chapter 1 is the beginning of the end. 

Note to me from me

 hey..you...so don't settle. Do not go back into this world and settle for anything less than you deserve. Do not dumb yourself down. Do not change who you are. Do not let someone tell you that your emotions are bullshit and invalid. 

All your life, you have been the fixer of people. You had friends that you were drawn to b/c they were broken and you thought you could fix it. It's not a flaw, it's a beautiful thing but sometimes people don't want to fix themselves so then that just leaves you doing all the work and in the end you get fucked. Stop it! You're not a miracle worker. Not all people are like you, Angela. 

Don't let someone talk to you like shit. Know your worth and when they start gettin froggy, tell them to kick rocks. Baby you can do bad all by yourself, you already know. But you got this! You don't HAVE to have that in your life! 

Your life has been flipped upside down (again) but this time you are so much stronger! You know that you'll survive, b/c you already have. You know that you'll figure it out b/c you always do. So many emotions going thru my mind. Anger, happiness, fear, sadness, brokenness. 

April 6th, 2021 you took your last breath. You were 33 years old, and still had so much life left to live. You held on for 10 days, but you couldn't stay here. I have been in some kind of nightmare since I saw them on you performing CPR. It is a vision that plays like a video on loop, over and over and over. I cannot get the image out of my head..or of your lifeless body laying in that bed with all that shit on your face. That's not the man I love...that wasn't you. That wasn't my heart laying there on that bed, cold and just an empty vessel....but it was. I prayed, and cried, and begged you to come back to me. Why did you leave me? Why is this so much harder than anything I've ever had to go through before? I've already lost a husband and while that pain was great, it's nothing like this one. These are all feelings that I've never felt and honestly, they scare the fuck out of me. I wonder if there's even any reason for me to be here anymore? I literally lived to try and make you happy...I put myself on the backburner one too many times just so you could be happy, and you left me. I look at our beautiful girls and I know that I have to go on. I have to be strong for these girls. I have to show them that we can still go on with life, even while missing you immensely. I miss you so fucking much. There's an ache in my heart that I cannot fix. No amount of medicine, bandaids, pills, nothing will fix it. just a big empty hole where my heart was ripped out and you took with you. 

Wherever you are, I love you. I love you always and forever. Promise promise. <3

Lost and Broken

Here I am two and a half months after giving birth to my beautiful daughter, and every day is a struggle for me. If I put my symptoms on paper then people would say "oh, you have post partum" but see, I don't. I have feelings inside of me that nobody knows about, feelings that I cannot tell for fear of starting an argument with someone and people thinking I'm ungrateful. So, I'm going to write them here...

Let me explain that I'm a very jealous person, I always have been. I've been in relationships where I was cheated on so I know the signs...hell i've been the cheater in the relationship so it's like trying to bullshit a bullshitter, you just can't do it. So about a month or so ago I looked through my husband's phone and found some stuff there that broke me. It did something to me that I can't explain but when you see your husband visiting dating sites, that hurts. A lot. when you see emails your husband has sent people on craigslist trying to hook up, that completely breaks your insides apart and scrambles them all up and you're left feeling numb. Especially since you've found emails before for the same thing for craigslist and especially when you see that this has been going on the entire time you've been together/married. The thoughts that ran through my mind are some that can't be explained. I can tell you how and what I felt but for you to feel the pain I felt is near impossible. A part of me felt worthless...I felt used and utterly disrespected. I felt like nothing in my world made sense anymore and nothing in my marriage was real, other than on my part. I felt like the entire time I had been with my husband, it had been a lie. It was as if I was the only one in my relationship. To know that your husband doesn't get enough out of you, whether emotionally or sexually so he's looking elsewhere, that's something that makes you feel like you've been chewed up and spit out on the floor.

Every time he picks up his phone, all I see are those websites. All I see is him talking to someone on craigslist setting up a meeting time where he'll tell me he's working and he'll be meeting someone else. When he's at work and he doesn't answer me for hours when I text him, all I think is he's off with someone he met online, just like he did me. My heart aches every day and it's something I have to hide to keep going. I want my daughter to see a happy mommy, not someone who cries constantly and is in constant fear of her husband cheating on her. When I confronted my husband with my findings, he denied what he could then just simply said "I don't know" when questioned why he was looking at dating sites. He's swore he won't do it again because he loves me but my thought is this, if he loved me so much to not do it again then how come he didn't love me enough to not do it in the first place? When he set up accounts with these places,  he wasn't thinking about his love for me. When he emailed people on craigslist, he wasn't thinking about his wife at home, he was thinking about getting away with being with someone else. When I was getting an ultrasound done on our daughter, he chose to stay home and that's when he was emailing people on craigslist...THAT HURT!

I wish he could understand how much he has hurt me. I don't want to argue about it and i don't want to keep bringing it up but he acts like it didn't happen. He acts like when I don't trust him that I'm just being a bitch, he forgets that HE is the reason I don't trust him. I've NEVER cheated on him. I don't even look at other guys b/c my heart is completely wrapped up in that man. I would do and I do do everything he asks me to do no matter what. The only thing I've ever asked for was honesty and loyalty, and I don't get either.

I just don't know what to do and each day I try so hard to hide my tears.

I'm so lost and broken. I feel like he has put his wife, his family on the back burner. I feel like we don't matter as much as we should, we are second best to someone else.