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|koalalady (profile) wrote, |
on 1-7-2017 at 8:59pm
|Music: Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone
|It's cold here, but I love this city. I fell in love the moment we came here apartment-hunting, and I've only grown more enamored the more time I've spent here exploring, seeing, living. Like, I actually LIVE here. It's a dream come true in itself, a dream I never knew I had.
Thursday night was a bit rocky. Y made a reference to S being stoned years ago - haha, what a joke - a time I never knew about, an example he could never give me. I stormed out of the house in tears and K consoled me at the beach. His fault, entirely; the wound gashed open by an unwitting comment. Nonetheless. We had a talk the next day. I still have no idea how to tell whether he is sober or not. Still have no idea how it really affects me, if he were to relapse.
Fuck. I don't even know what to do with 2016. I still have no sense of direction, no clear convictions. But I think I might be ready to leave the church. Y was right - S will wait for me, whatever I decide I want to do. We already have got the kids discussion settled. I just have no fucking clue. D said on New Year's, having so many talents and so many possibilities is really a curse. Maybe I should do the thing. Join the P site. Jesus. Anything would be better than what this last year has been.
I thought my 20's was supposed to be the fun and easy part?!?!?!?!