I am sat here trying to think of what to write, and all I can think about, is our little girl. Not in a sort of possessive manner, but I am wondering how her day is, if her ' Buzz Lightyear ' is still in one piece ( she took him to Playschool this morning ), if she has eaten her food and drunk her drink. She is a rockin' kid, we are so lucky to have her. She is athletic and intelligent and such a good mate to everyone. I am grateful for her every day of my life.
I often think about when I had a miscarriage. How at the time I was suicidal thinking that the child we lost was the end of me. Now I think, no I know, I can't imagine a life without our girl, and how we wouldn't have met her if it wasn't for the first horrible thing happening. My life is damn great !
I am not the person I was in the past, I have grown and I think it very funny and pitiful that apparently there is one person who still hates me for the person I was over eight years ago. I feel sorry for them, that they still care enough to hate me. If I was them I would have looked at me as a " learning experience " and moved on. But according to a rich source ( ie my very good mate ), this person still has the energies to hate me. Funnier still, is that they are always checking up on what I am writing. I do have to say however that I am not harbouring anything towards them and the things they failed to provide.. no rent paid, no money being contributed to household expenses...yawn....I'm bored now, bye !
