Giving birth naturally to 5 kids resulting in a bladder control issue...neither rewarding or blessing!! Trust me!!
You cough...changing pants.
You laugh...borrowing a family members pants because you forgot to do your own laundry after having to do 15 loads everyday for those 5 beautiful rewarding blessings, that magically shoved their way out of your silver dollar sized wahoo...yeah you get that lovely picture?
If you sneeze...shit, Niagara Falls meets your fake 6th water break.
Wait just a minute...is it fake? Hold while I check.
And then I think back to when I was married last, to the 50% at fault, the reason why I said yes after saying never again, and having this bladder issue. My king? Ha!! My reason for being last to eat, last to laugh, first to wake. Everytime I ran to the bathroom worried I wouldn't make it in time, running with my legs crossed, which by the way have you tried that? That sport should come with medals. Running to the thrown after that asshole made me laugh at what dumb mistakes I had to watch him make. After coughing from inhaling his bullshit. Sneezing from smelling his biohazard waste feet. ... wait just a bloody minute.
now I know why he divorced my ass. Son of a bitch. I guess I spent more time on top of the throne instead of the King on the thrown. Shit my bad, wrong misplacement of thrown.
No that was his extra curricular activities keeping him up several days like I do naturally because I have 5 beings relying on me to keep breathing that I forget to breathe myself,that drove the poor guy to speed away. Really now? Speed, now that made me laugh!
Good thing this cancer took just about every female child bearing good I had left!
Could you imagine a 6th or 7th reason my house floods, and USAA takes their sweet fucking time replacing and fixing my home?
Changing the subject. I promise I'm not on meds.
Still alive after being strapped in a four door contraption, flipping over and over on some road.
You know maybe someone should invent a seatbelt like the one I wore in that car, but for toilets. Fuck an oh shit handle! Someone out there throwing up after a long night at the pub's, or a seven day constipation evolution should be strapped in. Just in case passing out or falling in the thrown is the ending solution to misery.
Good night all,
Time to put this Queen and her bladder to sleep!! No belt needed in the bed, I should be fine!
Everyone has their own story to tell, watching as I sit and drown in theor he'll. Most have good memories most of the time, most of mine are bad, I have a lot on my mind, I wish I never had.
I've read the BIBLE a lot in my life, as I walk by faith and not by sight. PEOPLE out here are becoming hard to bare, but GOD tells me to live by faith with great care. To consider other's have problems of their own, i wish I could find my way home.
A few wise people said to be patient and strong, before so know it, it won't be too long.
While so try to cope, so can't help but think up my past, this can't be what life has to offer the most.
I DON'T pray for an easy life, so pray for strength to make it till it's my time in the afterlife.
Nothing good has ever come easy, I guess, not sure why aim suprised when ai hit the hard going towards my best. I'm trying to surround myself with those that say so believe in you, living life is important not to believe it too.
It's hard to sleep at night alone, the love I lomgfore is always casting that stone.
One of my hardest life lessons is trying to decide to walk away or try harder.
It's like fighting in avwarvin front of a thousand great matters.
The stronger I had to be, the smarter so became when it came around to be loved.
When GOD didn't bless me as I wanted so know now, that he didn't mean it wasn't as he wanted.
I'm able to be stronger from lessons love learned, but even after the past mistakes alive made, nobody now has to be concerned
I've learned that it's good sometimes to take breaks, spend time alone.
To finally experience appreciate, and love myself, so can then stop being angry and lower myself.