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sea ranch path ~ julia sabot photographer

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sea ranch path ~ julia sabot photographer

I am working on a poem to ask my mother to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, and this pops up.
…wow, Microsoft Word. I don’t know what to say…I didn’t know you could be so…cruel. ;_;

I am working on a poem to ask my mother to walk me down the aisle at my wedding, and this pops up.

…wow, Microsoft Word. I don’t know what to say…I didn’t know you could be so…cruel. ;_;

I am nervous about

leaving Pip, how my mom will be without me, traveling, my work meeting Friday for which I am not really prepared, packing my things, I just

I hate traveling, I hate transitions. I really need to stop coming home for long stretches like this (three weeks), it’s so emotionally painful and difficult to leave again and I just

can’t stop crying and I wish we were in Indiana already

Taking down the Christmas tree

Is so unbelievably painful. I know you’re rolling your eyes at this stupid spoiled white suburban brat whining about missing Christmas, and that’s fine. Scroll on, or whatever. I know I’m lucky in so many ways.

But I think about: what I wish I had with my mom. I think about: how I wish Daddy were still alive. I think about: how fucking hard some of the holiday was due to family tensions and such. I think about: how someday, likely next year, I’ll have to spend Christmas away from my mother and how that scares me because she is a widow and needs therapy and my brother is a dolt and how will they get through it? How will I manage the guilt of not being there? I think about how happy these little things, the ornaments, make me. I think about how each one has a memory with it, of curling up with my brother to watch Star Wars or camping on the North Rim of the Grand Canyon with my whole family (back when we were a Whole family), of seven-year-old curling up at a family friend’s house for Christmas and then she gives me this box and I open it and it’s two little girl ornaments, and just as I think the pink-dress-one looks like me, we all realize that she’s shattered on the bottom and I start to cry.

There’s just a lot wrapped up in Christmas and so much that I love and all of which is so emotional and painful, either because it’s painfully sweet and going away, or because it is truly painful. And do I write a letter to my mother? She’s so good at shrugging or laughing off my feelings and making me feel ridiculous or stupid and I don’t know what I’d even say, I love you, I wish I could share more of my feelings with you? And no matter how I tried to explain why I can’t or how it hurts, she’d be defensive because that’s her way.

I can’t stop crying and I feel ridiculous. And I just need to take these ornaments off this cheap dead tree and wrestle it to the curb. 

I am not stupid, or silly, or pathetic, no matter how much my mom makes me sound that way when she talks about me.  

This is me building myself up. I am beautiful and smart and my ideas have value.

I am not stupid, or silly, or pathetic, no matter how much my mom makes me sound that way when she talks about me.

This is me building myself up. I am beautiful and smart and my ideas have value.

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whatshouldwecallrecovery:

Getting ready to face family during the holidays…

Hey bestie, you can stay with us instead. :)

whatshouldwecallrecovery:

Getting ready to face family during the holidays…

Hey bestie, you can stay with us instead. :)

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You guys, on Friday David & I are going on a date (we’re seeing Frozen and then going to the Olive Garden because we have a gift-card there aww yiss) and we will be celebrating

one-year-to-the-day to our wedding date (12.13.2014) and like omg you guys

in just over a year I will be his wife and he will be my husband and I will be married and we’ll have a dog and start planning for a baby and I just

I AM SO EXCITE

365days-of-balloons:

Day 61: Thanksgiving Cornucopia

today: up. Skype with Mom & brother. make mashed potatoes and help with other dishes. 2 pm: Thanksgiving dinner with fiancé, fiancé’s parents, grandparents, and cousin. contented relaxing. walk to the dam to take photos, mail card to my Grandma, and talk. home to play games, watch something fun, whatever this family does for their family happy time. drive back to Spokane. bed.

365days-of-balloons:

Day 61: Thanksgiving Cornucopia

today: up. Skype with Mom & brother. make mashed potatoes and help with other dishes. 2 pm: Thanksgiving dinner with fiancé, fiancé’s parents, grandparents, and cousin. contented relaxing. walk to the dam to take photos, mail card to my Grandma, and talk. home to play games, watch something fun, whatever this family does for their family happy time. drive back to Spokane. bed.