Untitled, as is often the case

Time is fickle. Incomprehensible. Years fly by while the days drag on but it feels like this moment will never, ever end.

So many things left unsaid, undone. There was so much left for us… no, for YOU, to conquer. I said this was your year, I just had no idea how incredibly right/wrong I was.

This void. This hole. This wound. I feel it will never heal but what’s worse is I fear it will. Don’t leave me, don’t leave us. Not again, not for good. Stay there, stay right fucking there in our hearts forever. Don’t you dare let us forget. Haunt our dreams, tickle our memories. I won’t dare forget. I’ll grasp at memories of you like they’re my lifeline.

They are, aren’t they? What else do I have of you now?

Gone… but not really. I can still feel you here, in this place, even though you are definitely not here. Why else would all these people be? All these relics of your time spent here on earth, gathered for display. Unreal. One day I may be sorry for the minimal role I played in it all, but for now I know I did as much as I could handle without crumbling to the ground or into it.

On promises and expectations

Don’t expect something you’re not prepared to receive, and don’t promise what you’re not ready to give. You can’t fault me for walking through the door you’re holding open.

That’s not how this works.

Where there should be trust, there are instead tests. Let’s see what she does… I don’t like games. Please don’t invite me to play. Chances are, you won’t like the outcome.

I thought I was passed the stage in my life where I’d have to question these types of things, but apparently some people never grow out of it. I learned long ago that the people who most loudly tout that they hate drama, are the ones most oft involved.


I’m going to go ahead and skip the “I can’t believe I haven’t blogged for this long” and the apologies and just tell you that one thing about myself is that when I’m happy and life is generally going well, I tend not to turn to this space to get my feelings out.

And since the last two years have been the happiest of my life, I guess it makes sense that I haven’t been around here much in that period of time.

What that doesn’t mean is that I’m suddenly unhappy again. Quite the contrary, in fact… I am just over here loving life as a work-from/stay-at-home mom. Our boys are growing and are the lights of my life, and with our third son on the way in August (!!!!!) I know life is going to get busier than ever. One thing I’ve never done is pressure myself to blog regularly or be apologetic if I don’t, and that will continue. But I do miss this space from time to time and refuse to give it up.

So that’s that: Life is good, I’m still alive and I still love the internet.

“What’s depression like?”

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