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Tony smacked me around n forced me to share…
I did this last year, I’m not going to look to see what I wrote so I may wind up repeating myself. That being said, this is difficult for me but I’m going to try to share some things that I don’t normally share.
1. I recently started therapy, I tried this once before but I was not ready to really open myself up to someone and did not have a therapist that I was entirely comfortable. We haven’t gotten anywhere too deep yet, but I’m hoping to make some progress.
2. I’m honestly working on trying to be more open with people, it’s difficult for me to share my feelings with people because, well, letting people close to me is frightening. I usually deflect with jokes or sexual inuendo.
3. I sleep with 5 pillows because even after 4 years it’s hard for me to get comfortable and fall asleep alone.
4. My brother died in a car accident when he was 17 and I was 22. I still miss my him terribly and sometimes I feel guilty because I think that he deserved to live more than me.
5. The last few years have been the first time in my life that I’ve felt that I’ve had a true group of friends that I could trust in. I’m happier having those friends in my life than I was with any relationship I had in the past.
6. I have jukebox in my head, kinda like the soundtrack to my life and when I’m depressed the jukebox goes away and I miss it.
7. I received an invitation to Mensa at age 10.
8. I found out I was pregnant at 17, just after my high school graduation. I would have broken up with my boyfriend months earlier, but his father was dying of a brain tumor, instead we got married because, well, I didn’t know what else to do and my family just kinda took over and planned the wedding.
9. The only way to make me blush is to compliment me and mean it, I never really learned how to deal with compliments, but insults don’t have much effect on me.
10. I’m a pretty damn good cook & baker, I enjoy it as long as I have time, I hate to rush home and just throw food together because I’m rushed to feed the kids.
PS... that hurt a little to do
