Emotional Rollercoasters

There's a blog that I have linked to my site called Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper, which, since I began reading it, have really enjoyed. Lately though her blogs have been really affecting me on a personal level. There are a lot of things that she is going through or has gone through that I can relate to, either through personal experience or because it's something I am constantly afraid I will experience. Her post from Wednesday though...wow. That's my worst fear coming true. Now, her situation is a lot more extreme than mine is, but it embodies what I am scared to death of. She was represented by a crap attorney, I'm representing myself. Her baby daddy's family paid for an expensive attorney, my ex's family is paying for him to have an expensive attorney. She has experienced the injustice that can be handed out by police officers, and I'm definitely no stranger to what happens when you are no longer behind the Big Blue Wall. She was a single mother doing what she could to make ends meet, and girl (or boy, I don't want to discriminate), I'm right there on that one. So in reading about how her situation turned out, it petrifies me. I really don't know how she made it through it, because I know how thinly I am hanging on, and that's while I still have my baby. I can't fathom what would happen if I were to loose her.

Speaking of The Smoodge, she has got to be the most fantastic, sweetest little girl ever in the world. Tonight after we had gotten home, I was sitting on my bed taking off my shoes, and had set my socks on the bed while I watched her waddle around my bedroom while yelling at me about my day. She noticed my socks, walked over and picked them up, and took them directly over to my laundry hamper and dropped them in. I stared at her for a moment, then promised her that for dinner we would have animal crackers and chocolate milk. Anyone that sweet deserves whatever their little heart desires.

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