I don't post a lot, I really just enjoying scrolling through my dash and see the pretty pictures and such from the awesome people I follow. But I need a mini vent atm. My dear husband got fired almost a month ago, he got an interview the day after, and is now still waiting to start the new job. That's awesome, right? Totes cool, right? But my family has not seen it that way, and calling him lazy, and saying he's not trying hard enough, when I, in my heart of hearts, know he is doing all he can. He's even been able to get unemployment, hunting down everything for that, and applying to jobs daily, and cleaning the entire house while he's home. That's what I woke up to this morning, saying I should give him one last chance before making things better for myself. My husband has helped me thru 3 hospital stays, countless pain filled nights, and too many tears to count. I will be by his fucking side till we go down in a blaze of glory. He is my hope and my sun, my (and to be a little Game of Thrones) moon and stars. He is the reason I don't hate myself most days, and the reason I know I am worthy of love. He makes the chubby, insecure girl that grew up teased and anxiety filled know what real love is, and helped me love myself. I have been working overtime, extra days, and getting up early to make sure we are ok while we have this rough patch. My amazingly, incredible friends have been so supportive and understanding, offering whatever they can when I know they have it as bad as me. It sucks, I'm always tired but I work in a coffee shop, so it evens out. But it's a rough patch, everyone has them, right? But you get past them, you make it better, you learn and fucking live through them. I don't plan on abandoning the best damn thing I have ever had because of a rough spot. I will live in a shoe box, with only enough to eat, if it means I am with him. But we won't, because I know things will get better, he wants the best for us, and I will help him get there, and he will help me get what I want too. Life sucks, so much most days, but it's my life, all mine, every mistake, every scar, ever laugh, and every cry, it's mine, and I love every bit I have had. So, I won't listen to insisting voices to run, when I have no where else I'd rather be. TLDR: fuck the haters in your family, and love your life and everything that comes with that.
