I know! How about you stop wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving, it is not a happy day.

Nov 26, 2009

I’m bitter and frustrated and angry at the stupid text messages that I keep receiving from people wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving. Oh yes, I’m happy alright. Happy to be at home, alone, because my other half is half way across the damn world. Yeah, I am super happy. Not. So stop wishing me a happy day because it is not happy and every time I get a text message or an IM or a call wishing me a happy day, it just makes me that much more depressed, so how about you do me a favor and just STOP. Mmk?

In any event it’s so funny to think that a year ago, I was a complete mess, my marriage was in danger of crumbling, and I was so confused I didn’t know what to do. Now though, looking back, I can see how much I’ve grown, how much Robby has grown, and how hard we both worked to make it through the impossible for most. So this year, I think what I am most thankful for is our want to succeed and our realization that we shared something so incredible it wasn’t worth giving up on. I am so fortunate to have him and to have all my friends who’ve been there for through so much. So this is my thank you to the ones who were there when I needed them, the ones who stepped back to let me figure it out on my own, and to my husband, who despite my faults and my mistakes, has loved me more at my worse then he has at my best because it shows me that he loves me the most when it counts and when I need it. I am so lucky.

There, happy now? You got my thanks, now leave me the eff alone.