Sometimes you need to cry

Crying over an expired cheese, crying over being an obnoxious drunk, crying over scaring my dog, crying over bumping into walls and falling through the gap of my bed. I can go on and on but crying is necessary. We can hold our emotions and bottle it up and throw it in the ocean. Some old fart won’t pick it up read it and get inspired by the message in the bottle.

No.

Crying is your friend. A good cry is like a good orgasm. You reach the high and come down, then realize it’s not a big deal. I cried today. Yesterday I drank wine at noon, followed by vodka then created mayhem all over the apartment. I think even the dog was mad at me. I took sleeping pills. My husband took care of me the whole time. From falling off the bed, to kicking things over, to giving him hickies on his chest. He put up all this because he loves me. Nothing but love. It made me realized I’m the luckiest woman in the world. He’s my rock, my anchor and he hates hickies. But he’s mine.

Thank you Chase. I love you so much. Thanks for putting up my shit. You are my everything. Now and forever. ❤️

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