Chelsea Lou
Gold Member
Good morning all,
Haven't been able to post on here much over the last week or two for various reasons.
As you have probably gathered, the last week or two have been sooooo stressful, what with moving into a brand new apartment. So many things have gone wrong in the apartment, which you expect to a certain degree, what one doesn't expect though is to be told that it is not the Builder's problem but yours. How can having no water be my problem after only being in the place for a week??????????!!!!!!!!!! FFS!!!
Anyway, long story short. My fuse finally blew yesterday and I threatened that if someone didnt get their arse over to my place and sort out all the issues pronto, then I was going to the press. Hey presto!! It was their problem after all. Then last night my two babies, my lovely ginger cats (mother & son) had to go to a new home because the new place is not safe for them being in town. I am absolutely heartbroken and cant talk or think about them without welling up. I feel bereft.
I prayed to God last night and said could he please give me a break now and give me some happy?
The point of this thread is that all my crutches that I would have used to 'help' me get through all this crap have gone. I am not resorting to 40 fags a day, nor bottles of wine/scotch or food. Believe me, a few months ago I would have used all three. Maybe this is the breakthrough that I have been searching for all my life. For the first time ever in my life I am having to cope and deal with life without mummy, without food, drink and nicotine. Maybe that is why I am feeling so ultra emotional because there is nothing to deaden the pain. It has made me realise how much I hid behind all these crutches and didn't deal with the issues. No more false safety net - I am my own safety net. I have to deal with my life and its ups and downs. Not fags, not booze and certainly not food.
Scary stuff.
Haven't been able to post on here much over the last week or two for various reasons.
As you have probably gathered, the last week or two have been sooooo stressful, what with moving into a brand new apartment. So many things have gone wrong in the apartment, which you expect to a certain degree, what one doesn't expect though is to be told that it is not the Builder's problem but yours. How can having no water be my problem after only being in the place for a week??????????!!!!!!!!!! FFS!!!
Anyway, long story short. My fuse finally blew yesterday and I threatened that if someone didnt get their arse over to my place and sort out all the issues pronto, then I was going to the press. Hey presto!! It was their problem after all. Then last night my two babies, my lovely ginger cats (mother & son) had to go to a new home because the new place is not safe for them being in town. I am absolutely heartbroken and cant talk or think about them without welling up. I feel bereft.
I prayed to God last night and said could he please give me a break now and give me some happy?
The point of this thread is that all my crutches that I would have used to 'help' me get through all this crap have gone. I am not resorting to 40 fags a day, nor bottles of wine/scotch or food. Believe me, a few months ago I would have used all three. Maybe this is the breakthrough that I have been searching for all my life. For the first time ever in my life I am having to cope and deal with life without mummy, without food, drink and nicotine. Maybe that is why I am feeling so ultra emotional because there is nothing to deaden the pain. It has made me realise how much I hid behind all these crutches and didn't deal with the issues. No more false safety net - I am my own safety net. I have to deal with my life and its ups and downs. Not fags, not booze and certainly not food.
Scary stuff.