For Prosebox

I’m writing about a very sensitive subject over there. Mostly because it’s easier to write there. I mean that in a physical sense. My phone doesn’t like this lay out very much. If the font is too small & there are no paragraphs, I apologize because I did try.

I’m not abandoning this place. I’ve always written in this diary from work. There are certain subjects that I left alone because I didn’t want to write about it from my work computer. I’ve also kind of hoped that my son would read this someday & get a glimpse at who I really am. The subject that I’m writing about would be a little awkward for a child to read about their parent. I’m hoping to get some clarity about what I’m writing about because my head gets all jumbled & confused about things. So yeah, I’m writing over there.

On a side note:

Sometimes I really, really wish that my dog had human arms & fingers. I’m seriously in need of a good massage. I’ve just never liked the idea of going to a massage parlor. Can a person really get comfortable & relax while a stranger is running their hands all over them? I don’t think I could. I’d also really like to fall asleep in comforting arms even if they sneak off after I fall asleep. I’d just really like to be held by someone who cares.

This marriage is getting more & more lonely. On a positive note, he’s not being cruel to me. Now, I’m being ignored except when he needs something. Then, we have a very business like conversation & make appropriate arrangements. It’s all very professional. What more can I ask for?

It’s amazing how much worse things seem when you get a look at how good things might be. That’s all I’m willing to say about that.

I really should’ve gone to see my nephew this weekend. It just seemed so much easier to lie around in my bed watching trash T.V. I watched the movie Poltergeist. I’ve seen it countless times but I haven’t seen it in years. I really like that movie & it used to scare me so much when I was a little one.

"There heeeere."

Be well.