A friend has mentioned that she keeps waiting for my angry/explosive phase of my grieving. I’m not sure if that will happen or not, but my fuse is really short right now in general. The list of things that annoys me is deep as the contents in my storage shed that I still need to go through. I’m really trying to be patient and kind. I’m trying to understand that other people are grieving too, and just because they didn’t…
More than once, I’ve been asked if I’m angry. At least right now, I’m not angry at Tim. He didn’t mean to end things this way. I don’t think I’ll ever understand what he was dealing with. His death was a preventable accident, but still an accident. I am angry at a lot of things though. I’m angry that Geico upped my car insurance 15% because I had previously been “enjoying a married drivers discount” since married drivers are statistically…
Forewarning: this post has little to no educational value and is a monologue of me whining. You have been warned. I’m kind of on the verge of losing my shit, and I think I’m going to lose it over tall boots. I know the subject of tall boots is not new to anyone who’s been around this blog for a little while, but I have reached a whole new frustration level. Let me tell you a little story: Last October…