We have all heard the saying that mentions getting kicked while you are down yeah? And how bad things happen in threes?
Well lets talk about life, and it taking the cheap shots!
Breakups are hard on any day, especially if you love the person you know you have to let go, especially if they were supposed to be it, the one, the be all and end all. Just kill me right there, lord knows 2 weeks of no sleep and having lost 7 pounds, life is working on it. Thank you at least to the pharmaceutical company that put out Unisom! At last after 2 weeks a nights sleep free from nightmares and endless tossing and turning.
What fun would it be if life only watched us ache through an already excruciatingly painful breakup? No fun so lets add to it.
Hey one of my best guy friends of 10 years who I see every 6 months when you come to town and visit. We have great conversations about absolutely nothing and you can always put a smile back on my face. You know friend I am going through a rough time right now, I was thinking I might come and visit you, plan some of our usually crazy shenanigans that leave us in horrible situations that are always fun to retell later. Oh what is that? You are seeing someone now? She wouldn't like it if I came there, but you can come here and hang out? How queer, but ok I guess I understand. Oh and now you can barely talk to me, ok. THANKS FRIEND!
Goodbye Boyfriend whom I miss EVERY FREAKING MINUTE. Goodbye best friend whom I needed to help quell the ache, and have as a means of escape from the every memory of a man I cant be with. But no no life please don't stop there, bad things come in 3 remember?
Lastly big number 3! Goodbye Dad. If you didn't cause enough hurt in my life you really timed this one right to finish the job. My biggest thanks next to not letting mom name me Rebecca is for teaching me what it feels like to go completely numb, to feel absolutely nothing when everything just shattered in my face. That's not sarcasm though. Life at least knows I don't have time to break, that I have 2 tiny people that depend on me, I especially don't have time to re-glue all the pieces back together so numb works for me. I don't blame you dad for being the way you were, drugs and alcohol were to blame for that. I blame you for not being stronger than them though, for letting them allow you to not be a father to your daughter. For not teaching me what to look for, and for not protecting me when I made the wrong choice. Dying on my ex-anniversary really hit the nail on the head for me that week dad. I knew you were going, I just didn't know I would care as much as I did when you went. Sadly your son is turning out just like you. The memorial he planned for you was real classy, and that father was sarcasm. Your son was drunk when I got there, and mind you I was early, and the whole time he didn't even put on a shirt, and I thought I had daddy issues. R.I.P Daddy, I hope you find the peace the drugs wouldn't allow you to find here.
Lets give life an extra thank you for throwing in one last jab after all that above happened. Running into the now ex-boyfriend after the worst memorial service of my life was the cherry on the sundae, the shocked horror on his face at seeing me would have completely shattered me if I wasn't already so completely numb. Should have just added a curb stomp outside the bar and put me out of my misery, again though what fun would that be?
All in all life you beat me up pretty well, but have you met me? I thank you for that 7 pound weight loss, all I really needed was about 5, and now my skinny jeans just look extra great on the back side. Also I appreciate eating absolute crap like chocolate donuts and milk, a Qdoba burrito AND salad in one sitting, as well as the countless candy bars I cant stop craving right now, and still losing weight. I will always come back swinging.
