My life could be a country song this week…

This is literally what I just said a couple hours ago out loud.  A country music artist would make bank off the pathetic pieces of my life the last few weeks.

My baby is gone.  She remains gone.  She will always be gone.

I decided to put my 14 year old dog to sleep today.

My idiotic boyfriend pissed me off as he announced he thinks we should be done with retrievals, this broke my dreams/heart and then when I’m hysterical he offered to move out.  (He probably won’t leave, I’m just a mess, but still.)

Imagine those lyrics… My baby died, my dog died, my boyfriend left me, I can’t have a child now and I’m just sitting here crying in my beer about to make some horrible choice in life.

Okay, I have no beer right now.  The only choice I want to make is laying in my bed crying for eternity.  And I’m sure I’m being overly dramatic at the moment.  But, you get the idea of how this week is ending.

Someday it has to get better.  Right?  I’ll write a real entry later – Right now I just feel numb, fried and well, blah.