Walking Barefoot in Snow

Yesterday i had an epiphany. I have a compulsive desire to prove that reality is real. I collect evidence, confront lies and want acknowledgement for what is plainly true.  I gather receipts, become the investigator, the truth teller, the referee, the therapist, the witness. People invested in chaos don't want truth.  They want an audience. "They" (in this case, Mr. Cigar and his psycho)  involved me because i participated. I believe if everyone just knew the facts everyone would start behaving rationally. They won't.   After sitting and thinking about this i found it to be true of my entire life.  I do feel like i have to prove reality is real.  I do need to make sense of it even if it is plainly true.  People i trust have questioned that trust because i dig.  I don't take face value, i ask for back up information.  I need all the details. It drives men crazy but women seem to enjoy telling me the nitty gritty. To learn something about...

 When I avoid writing about something, or confiding in my close girlfriends about something and KNOW I can't tell my family about something......THATS when it finally kicks in that i should probably not be participating in whatever it is that i'm doing. Like Mr. Cigar.  I think we came together so that he could teach me a life lesson about myself.  When i think i'm healed, i'm not.  When i think my "mother wound" has healed, it hasn't.  It's never going to go away.  I thought the more healing and living i did the less likely it would be to affect me, this wound.  But if anything, trying to act like it's gone makes it get bigger. The need to be picked by a man who doesn't deserve me.  Because SURELY he would chose me over a psycho, lying, cheating, no job holding, not to smart woman.  Right?   Wrong. I guess it was because i thought he had his shit together, because he is a successful business man, has hobbies he can actually talk ab...

 I don't have all the details yet except that he has "our" dimples and is 20" long!   Koda woke me up at 2am and i checked my phone to find pictures of the new addition to our family. I'm beyond excited to meet him. Not sure when that will be because i'm being respectful ....not sure how they feel about visitors at the hospital and i would like to spend time with them, not run in and run out, which in fairness is what i would have to do because her family is large. I'm thinking my daughter and grandaugher might come this weekend and maybe we can all go together or something like that. Anything.  Anything they want.  They were in the hospital Monday night and he was born before midnight last night....thats a long time and i'm sure they are ready for some "no people" time. Or maybe i'm wrong. I don't care.....as long as i get to meet him.  And give kisses.  And count toes.   I'm beyond excited. I can't stand myself.

 No baby yet.  I have the utmost sympathy for my DIL.  This has been a long haul.  Both appear to be in good spirits and were able to get some rest last night due to the epidural.  Smart lady.  Sometimes i think if i had to do it again i might have gone with the epidural. I'm glad they aren't "rushing" my grandson.  Everyone is good, healthy and there are no concerns.  I had fear that they would rush her into a c-section without need.  They have a LOT of steps to go up and down at their home, and that would have been a lot to deal with. All i can do is wait. This morning i asked her (in the family chat) how much she is dilated? and my daughter piped in with MOM!  So i immediately felt chastised.  I apologized and she said she was only kidding.  And then Jess told me the details. Weirdly, I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around Lindsay.   It's her reluctance to spend time with me, or even talk to me.  Somethin...

 My grandson is in the process of being born.  My son and DIL checked in to the hospital at 7:30pm last night to get this party started.  Apparently, my grandson needs a little nudge to join  us. I kept waking up all night, checking my phone.  I made them promise to call when he made his arrival no matter the time.  I know they don't want me to go to the hospital right away, i remember when it was me and i threatened my husbands manhood if he told his mother because she never had any respect for our wishes and would come barging in anyways.   You rush to the hospital when someone is dying, not getting born.  He has just entered this world and he needs time with his parents, not every tom dick and harry.   Also, i have a cold.  A small one.  But enough that I would be afraid to make anyone sick at this delicate time.   If they call me to come, i will go immediately but i will not be able to hold him.  Maybe a...

 If i can't be honest here, where else can i be? Mr. Cigar came over yesterday and we were intimate. If thats what you want to call it.  I have no fantasies about us being in love and living happily ever after.  Basically, i wanted sex, so did he.  So we came to a mutual agreement. I'm so over dating.  I can't stand meeting new men.  I am not going into it with a good attitude so i'm just not doing it anymore.  I don't care for the constant texts, the phone calls, the making plans.......the disapointment of meeting yet another liar/jerk/cheater/misfit.  I'm all set with that. Looking at my life i'm happy.  Work is turning out to be everything i was scared to hope it would be, i'm lucky to have good friends that i get to travel and have experiences with, my family is expanding and i feel getting closer.  Yes, there are things i wish were better, but not where men are concerned. I'm not going to meet a man that i can trust and depend on by...