well, i have decided to reavaluate my life... prayer dosnt come easy for me, but i pray for more faith and more strength.
i have met someone since i left john. i am engaged, and he wants to adopt my daughter, since john dosnt want to be her dad anymore... he is a wonderfull man who trys his best to take care of me emotionally, somthing wich i have never had before, and while things are going so perfect in my life, i feel worse than i did before. i thought i would start to heal, but i cry more, and i blame myself more, and i dont know why i blame myself because i know that there is nothing i could have done to change anthing.
i keep hoping that maby god is planning somthing for me, a reason that i feel this way, but nothing is happening that looks like a plan to me.
maby i am just being selfish, i should be happy... i quit the horrible job i was at, and i have found a wounderfull one that i love and that i am good at, and i can succeed and better myself at this buisness, and i have a woundefull fiance who treats me and my daughter better than we have ever been treated, and my family have come together in a way that we havent been for years... i should be relieved. but i'm not, i'm still sick with pain, and even more than before... i wrote poetry before my dad passed away, and i have only writen a few lines since, i have lost my insperation, not that he was my insperation, but i think he took it with him...
i just want to be happy agian and i'm afraid that i never will be...
i have met someone since i left john. i am engaged, and he wants to adopt my daughter, since john dosnt want to be her dad anymore... he is a wonderfull man who trys his best to take care of me emotionally, somthing wich i have never had before, and while things are going so perfect in my life, i feel worse than i did before. i thought i would start to heal, but i cry more, and i blame myself more, and i dont know why i blame myself because i know that there is nothing i could have done to change anthing.
i keep hoping that maby god is planning somthing for me, a reason that i feel this way, but nothing is happening that looks like a plan to me.
maby i am just being selfish, i should be happy... i quit the horrible job i was at, and i have found a wounderfull one that i love and that i am good at, and i can succeed and better myself at this buisness, and i have a woundefull fiance who treats me and my daughter better than we have ever been treated, and my family have come together in a way that we havent been for years... i should be relieved. but i'm not, i'm still sick with pain, and even more than before... i wrote poetry before my dad passed away, and i have only writen a few lines since, i have lost my insperation, not that he was my insperation, but i think he took it with him...
i just want to be happy agian and i'm afraid that i never will be...