Small Town Life

Today, I feel fortunate to be me.  It feels great to be at my own home surrounded by nature and beauty.  This could mean that I am either coming out of my depression or the meds are working.  Ha!  Either way, I'm good with it.   It's nice to be able to put my make up on and not cry it off right away. 

John has already moved on to another woman.  She looks like a nice lady from her pic.  She's pretty heavy set and not very attractive.  I guess he won't have to worry about this one trying to get away.  He used to joke to me that he was going to tie me up in the back bedroom and tell my kids that I left one day with a friend and that he didn't know where I was.  Even though, he made out like he was just joking, it always gave me the creeps. 

I kind of feel sorry for the new lady.  She is not going to know what hit her.  John isn't interested in finding someone for himself.  He's looking for someone to take care of those kids so he doesn't have to.  But yet, he will still get the money for it.    I wish them all of the luck in the world.  I still haven't contacted him.  Nor will I ever.   When I think of the way that he uses people it makes me glad to be out of the situation.  It's better to be alone than with someone who doesn't treat you right.  That kind of crap can give a person a complex. 

I have been working on a new business venture with my youngest daughter.  It's been a very intense and a nice time getting things together.  It will improve our incomes and we are our own boss.  So, already, I'm loving it.

I went on a date.  It was a day time date.  I had never been to the bar here in town.  We have only one.  So, the guy I went on a date with, Tim, took me to the bar and we had a couple of beers.  By the second beer, I seriously couldn't feel my lips anymore.  So,  then we went to the only restaurant here in town and had Mexican food.   Then he brought me to my house and met my daughters.  He left and the date was over by 5 pm.  He seemed like a nice guy.  He's called me every night since the date.  We are just being friends for now.  I'm comfortable with that.  He described me as educated with a hillbilly flavor. 

Becky had to work OT last night cause the other kid who was working with her that was supposed to close, cut a big piece of his thumb off on the meat slicer.  Needless to say, he ended up in the ER last night.  But, I mean really, who tries to clean a meat slicer while it's still running?  Not the brightest crayola. 

I wish you all a wonderful Wednesday and I think that I am going to be just fine.  I had some tests done on my heart last Thursday.  I get the results tomorrow afternoon.  I'm sure that everything will turn out okay.