Another day

Unexpected payment last night. He missed Friday.

I’m grateful for finally getting the help that I need but I know damn well it will stop.

Orange paint. I can’t figure out where he’s at now, but he’s posting somewhere with orange paint and on his first profile that he apparently unblocked me from for some odd reason.

Posted up his barbers diploma and a bunch of pics of haircuts he did.

I do need a haircut. I plot in my mind to go get one from him.

But I wouldn’t,  if I saw him I would still be in tears. The hurt is still there.

Anyway, other dude hasn’t said much other than he kinda misses me. That was nine days ago.

Nothing since.

But you know,  not enough to end your relationship and begin with me.

So, that’s how I’m feeling now.

Unwanted.

And I know if I want his attention I could post up some pics but I don’t feel like it. I don’t want that kind of attention anymore.

It hurts to only be wanted for sex and that’s how it’s always been and I’m really just tired of it.

I miss the beach. It’s too hot for much.

I need to get rotors on my car, first.

I’m working on it.

My son won’t be here this wee, I’ll see him on Sunday,  I guess.

I think my girl and I will go to the pool.

This past Sunday was my sons 16th birthday.

I’ve got to make it up to him but we did go to the lake and then the pool.

And cake.

Today, I will think of something but I really don’t want to go outside.

It’s code orange day which means stay inside.