So last night I got all annoyed because my husband wanted to play the, "don't worry about it card". I mean if I am apparently feeling or appearing insecure, I need some....... WHAT LADIES??!!! Re-a-dat-dam-surance, you know what I mean? Here are the acceptable responses that I would think cool the coals of potential bickering.
Oh I will be good to you, I will be your help mate, your best friend, but you can not feed me crap and expect me not to get sick with overwhelmed emotions. I'm a woman, a goddess and this is what I do. So then it happens, I'm pissed off over some bull shit. Why? Because I was attached to the outcome. See those statements in bullet points above are what I want him to say, but it's not my place to bend his will to mine. He is going to be who he is. So instead of getting mad, or shall I say burning the energy that I'm feeling on being mad, I can take that same energy and create something beautiful. Kind of like what I'm doing now.
So then guess what happened right when I started this blog. That damn lovable man of mine called me and we talked. We actual talked and it felt good. Mind you shortly before hand I was a wild cat cougar monster a few moments prior, but when we finally talked I realized where i became tangled. In this very moment I embrace disentanglement.
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