Oh how I love to hate the. You weren’t any easier than February 1st on me. You were a constant reminder of how crappy my life has become. The car I drive that my husband bought for me. The little boy in the back seat with daddy’s green eyes. The pictures of what was such a carefree life plastered all over my cube at work. The Valentine’s emails to buy flowers, flowers that I won’t ever get again from Gary because he is DEAD. The letter from Discover Card offering my DEAD husband a loan even though they know very well that he is dead because they are trying to collect from his estate.
Everything about February 2nd, 2010 has sucked and I can’t wait for you to be over and done with. Maybe February 3rd will be better, one can only hope at this point.
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