Rainman1964
Bluelighter
The world will have its way with everyone eventually. It has been having its way with me.
I was always able to brush it off with a smile...but it got harder. I'm just so tired. I'm so tired of constantly picking myself up over and over again and pasting that smile on my face...taking every defeat, every failure...as another opportunity...another learning experience.
How many can on person endure.
I miss my stupid, miserable, selfish and self-hating husband. For 28 years now, he is my single most significant source for going where I share his love of lowering his self-esteem...for never achieving anything...for being his punching bag (emotionally) for blame because that is what I have always been to and for him --- the reason for his misery.
He has left again...I am 58 now....the first time I was in my mid 30s....I was more emotional, but I bounced back. But now, I see now future but lonliness, sadness and inadequacy. I have no skills that are up to my younger days in my profession and it is clear to me now that I will die alone and on the street probably. I went to college too late in life....I chose a profession I hate, but make great money....I cannot bear it anymore. I want to quit grad school...and the profession, and doing something like just answer phones at a dog shelter.
Somehow, I know in the back of my mind, I will be able to fuck that up, since the only thing, the ONE thing I can say I am accomplished at now...the one thing that I am skilled at, that I have the physical and brains for and I cannot get fired from is that I give the best blow job to semi-hard old farts who don't care what you can do, what you have done or anything else for that matter.
There is that one part of my brain I just can't seem to fry. Mom had Alzheimer's. I smoke like a chimney, have taken on speed, smoking as much as I can now and I'm letting it all get to me. I'm gaining weight and with any luck, mother nature and genetics will have their way with me before I get to the cardboard box.
At this point, I honestly don't care. I just want to be left alone and not be spoken to by anyone in my life -- the guy I live with who wants the BJs and can get me all the cigarettes and drugs I want, my separated ball and chain who makes six figures with a high school education, barely graduating and has no ambition, bitches and is missing work all of the time, having jobs handed to him by friends who want him to always be around to crack his dirty jokes, my stupidity for letting my life be affected by the loser husband by giving what he always wanted and tried to always reason with him -- my siblings who make me wish I was an only child and it is that way anyway in my heart and mind -- and just anyone who can open my locked office door at home right now.
My bra is uncomfortable and I'm feeling sorry for myself again. Oh well. Someday I will look back on this day and maybe this time, I will either go bowling or plow into a parked car.
I can't kill myself. I might miss something really interesting. But I may have to take up fan dancing with gravy-suckers or playing bingo with demented women in their 80s who think I'm one of their offspring's spawn.
The chances of any of these plus more, are endless.
I went to two funerals within a two week period of time this past month. I looked fabulous both times, had great clothing at one where I had to travel to Reno, had a low-cost one star dump give my room away and I had to drive to the next town (thank god I knew the area cause of some fucking thing in town) and it was 3 a.m., so I gave in trying to be frugal which is not me (a curse) and called Hilton Honors where I am a Silver Tier member and was given a room instantly and was back in my type of digs.
It was amazing how the universe if so thoughtful. So in my really serious effort to not go my regular big spending route even for a weekend trip with rental carl and all, I was found out by the powers that be and it corrected itself.
So, what I started this event to cost only about $400 tops for rental car with gas and room and food and all that jazz...it took me weeks and hours to formulatate, I was forced to go back to what I know best and guaranteed -- For a place to stay, in entire weekend from 5 a.m., Saturday morning, furneral from 1 to 6 and then high cost dinner until 2ish, then last minuste $100 buffet for two I had to visit but we only ate desserts and wasted time and then the $100 Cal Bear swearshirts to boyfirend he won't.
The beer and my muscle relaxant kicked in and I'm deflated since I usedd you guys for free therapy or venting however you look at it, is meaningless...ok.
I was always able to brush it off with a smile...but it got harder. I'm just so tired. I'm so tired of constantly picking myself up over and over again and pasting that smile on my face...taking every defeat, every failure...as another opportunity...another learning experience.
How many can on person endure.
I miss my stupid, miserable, selfish and self-hating husband. For 28 years now, he is my single most significant source for going where I share his love of lowering his self-esteem...for never achieving anything...for being his punching bag (emotionally) for blame because that is what I have always been to and for him --- the reason for his misery.
He has left again...I am 58 now....the first time I was in my mid 30s....I was more emotional, but I bounced back. But now, I see now future but lonliness, sadness and inadequacy. I have no skills that are up to my younger days in my profession and it is clear to me now that I will die alone and on the street probably. I went to college too late in life....I chose a profession I hate, but make great money....I cannot bear it anymore. I want to quit grad school...and the profession, and doing something like just answer phones at a dog shelter.
Somehow, I know in the back of my mind, I will be able to fuck that up, since the only thing, the ONE thing I can say I am accomplished at now...the one thing that I am skilled at, that I have the physical and brains for and I cannot get fired from is that I give the best blow job to semi-hard old farts who don't care what you can do, what you have done or anything else for that matter.
There is that one part of my brain I just can't seem to fry. Mom had Alzheimer's. I smoke like a chimney, have taken on speed, smoking as much as I can now and I'm letting it all get to me. I'm gaining weight and with any luck, mother nature and genetics will have their way with me before I get to the cardboard box.
At this point, I honestly don't care. I just want to be left alone and not be spoken to by anyone in my life -- the guy I live with who wants the BJs and can get me all the cigarettes and drugs I want, my separated ball and chain who makes six figures with a high school education, barely graduating and has no ambition, bitches and is missing work all of the time, having jobs handed to him by friends who want him to always be around to crack his dirty jokes, my stupidity for letting my life be affected by the loser husband by giving what he always wanted and tried to always reason with him -- my siblings who make me wish I was an only child and it is that way anyway in my heart and mind -- and just anyone who can open my locked office door at home right now.
My bra is uncomfortable and I'm feeling sorry for myself again. Oh well. Someday I will look back on this day and maybe this time, I will either go bowling or plow into a parked car.
I can't kill myself. I might miss something really interesting. But I may have to take up fan dancing with gravy-suckers or playing bingo with demented women in their 80s who think I'm one of their offspring's spawn.
The chances of any of these plus more, are endless.
I went to two funerals within a two week period of time this past month. I looked fabulous both times, had great clothing at one where I had to travel to Reno, had a low-cost one star dump give my room away and I had to drive to the next town (thank god I knew the area cause of some fucking thing in town) and it was 3 a.m., so I gave in trying to be frugal which is not me (a curse) and called Hilton Honors where I am a Silver Tier member and was given a room instantly and was back in my type of digs.
It was amazing how the universe if so thoughtful. So in my really serious effort to not go my regular big spending route even for a weekend trip with rental carl and all, I was found out by the powers that be and it corrected itself.
So, what I started this event to cost only about $400 tops for rental car with gas and room and food and all that jazz...it took me weeks and hours to formulatate, I was forced to go back to what I know best and guaranteed -- For a place to stay, in entire weekend from 5 a.m., Saturday morning, furneral from 1 to 6 and then high cost dinner until 2ish, then last minuste $100 buffet for two I had to visit but we only ate desserts and wasted time and then the $100 Cal Bear swearshirts to boyfirend he won't.
The beer and my muscle relaxant kicked in and I'm deflated since I usedd you guys for free therapy or venting however you look at it, is meaningless...ok.