I'm sitting here surrounded by blank off-white walls. I'm on my computer (an old hp pavilion) with a clunky monitor. The fan of the computer keeps turning on every few minutes. I'm sure we have a virus on it somewhere. Despite those minor flaws, it works and I love my computer. I'm on it everyday, atleast 3 hours, even if I'm working or not. Lately I've been surfing home improvement pages; instructing me on how to transform the walls of my government home. How to stain the faded brick slabs outside my door. And how to plant flowers, which I need visually to make me feel better about my location.
The parched desert climate of the United States. I'm in New Mexico feeling somewhat trapped by my husband who on occasion treats me like a little kid that cannot handle things on her own. That cannot travel on her own. Like Chrisette Michele says a "Porcelain Doll" in his eyes. He must be there to "watch" and "take care" of me. Because, I like to spend money? Yes, I like to spend money on food & clothes for our kids. I like to spend money on myself in terms of a cheap $20 acrylic nail application. Because, I like to drink? Yes, I like to have a few while sitting with my sisters. I like to drink while taking a bubble bath, or watching a movie on the couch by myself. Because, I'm a happy go lucky kind of person? I don't know. We are in debate whether I (a grown 22yr old Woman) can visit our families in Michigan-without him by my side.
I'm furious, but in a sense not even surprised. he takes anything I do literally for what it is no matter the unfortunate circumstances. He's afraid that I will leave our kids with a bad baby sitter-just to be free. He believes that I'm a reckless type when it comes to our children. I love him, I married him, but DANG. Give a girl a break-I would never purposely put my children in danger just to receive PEACE&QUIET. Peace and quiet that I cannot achieve here in NEW MEXICO by myself with all family members hundreds of miles away. Okay y'all I'm done with my moment. I'll let you know what happens, If I'm going to see my family next month.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Martiya Is A Porcelain Doll?
Posted by MochaSwissMrs at 1:19 PM 3 comments
Labels: Mad, Personal Problems, Rant
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