That's where most people start. Where everything happeneded. The start of a revolution, a war, a life, a vendetta, a dease. I could go on, but why. We all have these amazing beginnings. These incredible lives, with interesting stories. Every experience, from laughter to tears, hatred to fear, is just stupifying, how its just apart of the daily struggle.
I have never done anything like this before. I dont know what to expect. In fact, my sister told me this would be good for me... I'm sure she ment sitting around in a group, rather then hidding behing my computer. Yet talking about my insecurities and failures in front of a group of strangers with faces is completely different then this.
Today, it was a bad day. My Ex told me out of spite that he was having another kid less then a year after i left him. MY daughter is almost three. Shes beautiful and amazing. Her favorite color is yellow.Her favorite number is 9 or 10 pending on the day. She loves rain drops, walking around the block, exploring the back yard. She is my world.
My sister said it might be good for me to get some of this off of my chest... To relate... To some how find comfort in the misfortune that I've experienced. So this is my attempt to connect with people who have had similar troubles.
I don't really know how to tell anyone anything without feeling like I'm complaining. I'm not searching for pity, I want to grow from this. I want to learn from others experiences. To have some kind of relationship with people who can relate.
I have a lot of baggage, but no one really knows.