A month down the line I realize the mistake I made when deleting my previous blog. I tend to do things without thinking them through, like getting a new car (which was a second-hand car with way too many issues), like joining the gym (and never going), like leaving 2 companies where I was happy (and am now standing the risk of getting retrenched, again). The decision I regret the most right now though, is deleted 3 years worth of my past off the internet. I wrote things for a reason. I wrote to vent my frustration, to ease my pain and heartache and to remember when my brain just might not want to remember anymore.
I make a lot of impulsive decisions, I don’t think things through and I act on emotion. A lot of this you will learn in the writings on this blog – if you ever get past the privacy barrier I have set up, which is the reason I deleted my previous blog, because a few family members started taking things that I posted on here way too seriously, started commenting and I didn’t like it.
I am a 31-year-old, living with my husband, who I love dearly but he also tends to have the ability of driving me bat shit crazy. My 3-year-old son (who is turning 4 in a week), who again I love dearly but he also drives me bat shit crazy on most days – I guess he gets that from his dad.
I am allowed to make my own decisions, think my own thoughts and write about them without feeling judged and experiencing the wrath of those around me.
With that said, welcome to my new blog.