~...from its ashes a new one is reborn~
With every broken heart a new ME is reborn!!!!!!!!
This morning's mind set:
I am still sad today but its not as bad as yesterday but again I haven’t opened my emails yet so the day still seems good. I am going to try and keep mind focused on me today for as long as I can. Someday are harder then other I’ve been hurt so much that now when my heart hurts I can feel an almost hollow echoing pain that throbs when even my heart breaks.
As much as love my friend and it pains me that this fight between her and I but I have been writing more. And I have been well (cause of this fight) I have been trying to focus more on me. Usually on a normal day she would be calling me like a 100 times a day and I would spend the day pretty much giving her advise but these past few days I can actually spend my day my way-its been nice. (I’ve missed her but its been nice)
Since she started dating Ben Frank her calls have been less and less like she will only call after he left for work and I hate calling her when he’s around because when he’s around he is always talking when we are trying to have a conversation. So I prefer to wait till he’s gone.
A thought just crossed my mind…when I started my blog like almost 5 year ago I made a list of things I needed to do. I wonder how much of them have been done…I know I quit smoking, and except for my blog and having a quote in Latina Magazine oh yeah and the article I wrote for a very small Bronx paper…well I guess I am a published author but I haven’t finished my novel yet but I do have to admit the writer’s block has somewhat lifted.
I have heard that writer’s soul must suffer for the words to be felt maybe that why I have been given the life I have…a constant sense of material.
But I will say this I will do everything in my power to not let my daughter go through as much heart ache as I have. I regret nothing however I would rather pass along my knowledge to my daughter though words and not shared experiences.
I have always believed that everything in life happens for a reason and this fight happened so that I can start blogging again. Which I am very happy about I have missed it. I guess it took pain to bring me back.
At the end of the day:
The amount of times I have had my heart broken its amazing I still have one and that I am still positive and shhh don’t tell my sisters and I still believe in love and happily ever after (but I’m no fool I know you godda work for it). With that said…
I don’t think I can handle my daughter getting her heart broken. I mean I know that it will happen with boys and friends but (I’m going to be really honest because well I can my fam & friends my don’t give a shit about my writing-which I am starting to get use to that…I am starting to understand it gives me some freedom)…back to my daughter…
I can understand and can handle heart ache and pain it’s bound to happen with outsides but for her to feel the way my family made me feel growing up-well I swear I could go to jail for them breaking her heart.
I make these comments because for some strange odd ball reason my daughter is always trying to hang out with my family. Now when I say family I don’t mean distant I mean like my parents, my sisters my cousin who was pretty much raised with me and my sisters. She is always looking for them asking them to sleep over so she can hang out with them spend time with them. And they blow her off…she’ll try and make plans and then when the day gets close they either don’t return her call or they make up excuses to cancel. And she cries and I just want to kill them.
I try to avoid her from calling them but she’s 10 so she calls them when I am at work-before I use to be able to make something up but now she’s getting the disappointment first hand. And I swear it makes me want to kick the shit out of them.
With everything that has happen between me and my girlfriend I don’t think I can handle my daughter feeling any of my pain. But I know I will
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