Jan 20, 2015
I've been obsessed with listening to Michelle Branch lately.
And Taylor Swift.
As some of you know, I have a tattoo on my hand "safe & sound" in memory of the little boy me and Corey lost in September.
I am obsessed with the song "are we out of the woods yet" (unsure if that's the title, but those are the lyrics)
It just seemed so fitting with everything...
Trying to get through the bumps in the road for me and Corey, and trying to have a successful pregnancy.
I told myself after this baby is in my arms, I could add to my sleeve and add the lyrics "out of the woods" to it.
I feel like I'm ******* bipolar. One minute I want to punch him in the neck.
The next... I want to get on my knees and beg him and cry and hug him and kiss him.
But all my love is falling on deaf ears, and that's what hurts the most :(
I can feel the pain in his eyes, but he won't admit it.
Why does he think he needs to act so proud?
Ugh. I better stop while I'm ahead. I've been doing good today and I can feel that lump in my throat coming back...