Wednesday, August 24, 2011

My B!tc#

I hate this day.  I hate it.

August 24, 2009 was the worst day of my life.  I highly doubt that that could be changed.

But, here’s the deal.  I have dreaded it for weeks.  I’ve tried to figure out a strategy for survival and have worked myself into a frenzy about it.  I woke up this morning with this strategy in mind:

I’m done giving in to this day.  I’m sad today, but I’m always going to miss Sawan, today doesn’t need to be different.  I refuse to let this day win.  I refuse to let this day take the joy of my memories of my husband from me.  I’m making August 24th my bitch.

1 comment:

  1. YES. A thousand times, yes. This day needn't be any different, and certainly should not steal your joy, your GOOD memories. I love you so much.