Then comes the resentment-cycle of hating my life and myself. Everything in the world sucks for the next few days. I mope around. Give my husband a difficult time. I try and shift a few things around to make some extra time. You’d thing I would be happy now? Nope! Wrong. I miss my busy life. I dig myself the same hole again and … few months later climb back again.
This has been going on for the longest time. One would assume that since I know all this, I would have a better plan? Nope. Wrong. P.S. You guys gotta stop assuming. :P We already know I don't improve just because I am aware of something.
“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe,
deserve your love and affection.” - Buddha