Yesterday, the day was awful. I was insulted by my situation, and a group of gentlemen (using that term very lightly) outside of a local Wal-mart, here in Aiken.
I relapsed into old habits and grabbed the biggest bottle of wine that I could afford, and left the store, not before being harassed again. I was already feeling so low, because my situation seems to be getting worse and not better, and then I was insulted because I am not as feminine as other girls.
I came home, downed the bottle of wine and went to sleep.
Then this morning, I woke up and went about my routine--I needed to wash clothes, and I got up and got started (around elevenish).
And I wasn't feeling any better than the night before.
But my roommate got up while I was in the shower, and decided that she would cook after she got of the phone.
And she made me breakfast.
That was the nicest thing someone has done for me this week, and in this new month.
Sometimes, it's the little things that keep you holding on.
Peace and Blessings
Bumble!!!
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