2 days is what separates us from starting our new lives. 2 days away from being with our family. 2 days until our boys can run around free. 2 days until no more tension. 2 days till i can finally cook our family meals. 2 days till we can be ourselves. 2 days till our move out of this town.
Can’t wait to start our new life together. Cannot wait to be around our chosen family and just be us.
Not to mention the excitement in 7 months our move to our official home base for the next 2-3 years. :)
Teared up from that one night in Cocoa with Eric. Literally teared. I really wonder sometimes if I exercise my ‘Guava’ way too much to where it’s too tight and then gets injured in the process of intercourse.
And torn emotionally from the fact that some people have told me he is still with his girlfriend. We had sex. 3 and 1/2 hours of really great sex. And then I hear he is possibly still with his girlfriend? I’m not that other woman. I refuse to be that other woman. I cannot be the cause of another break-up.
Yes, granted. I have fun on many occasion with men I know. But I make sure they tell me themselves that they are single and ready to mingle. If they are taken I don’t even look their way. I’m more concern of Kayla getting emotionally hurt than him getting physically hurt by her. (And she can pack a punch.) God, I need this cleared up before I leave or it’s going to bother me for the rest of my days.
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
—― Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange
July 24th, 2013. July 23rd, 2013. July 22nd, 2013.