<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139267393936794217</id><updated>2011-11-23T07:56:14.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing called my life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139267393936794217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757954079942426000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139267393936794217.post-1375304356257613743</id><published>2011-11-23T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T07:56:12.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with me?</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here nearly crying because I feel depressed. &amp;nbsp;I feel irritated. &amp;nbsp;I feel annoyed. &amp;nbsp;I feel lazy. &amp;nbsp;I feel fat. &amp;nbsp;I feel stupid. &amp;nbsp;I feel ugly. &amp;nbsp;I want to die somedays. &amp;nbsp;i feel like a failure. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i talk to my friends, the more i feel like it's just the holidays. &amp;nbsp;i look around at families being together and thats all i ever wanted. &amp;nbsp;the one thing i set out to do i failed and not only did i do it to myself, but also to my children. &amp;nbsp;why did i get married and have 3 kids with someone i didn't really love. &amp;nbsp;i guess thats not fair to say...i loved him to the best of my capacity but i was too young and inexperienced to know what true love felt like. &amp;nbsp;as a 35 year old woman i can say i know what true love feels like and that wasn't it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am with a man now who i love, respect, look up to, learn from, laugh with and want to be with. &amp;nbsp;i think... &amp;nbsp;he is such a wonderful man. &amp;nbsp;the problem is lately i have been feeling very irritated by him. &amp;nbsp;up until last thursday i was madly in love with him and wanted to marry him. &amp;nbsp;then, i went to dinner and drinks with maria and louis and something snapped. &amp;nbsp;i think i realize i once again come in second to the person i love. &amp;nbsp;the person i love already loves a woman and is devoted to her. &amp;nbsp;the problem is its his mom and how the hell do i say this to him without sounding like a complete jerk. &amp;nbsp;I love my mom-she is my best friend aside from Kyle. &amp;nbsp;But thats just it...I want to move forward with my life and that life is with Kyle. &amp;nbsp;As an adult that is just what you do. &amp;nbsp;Kyle is still stuck back to his childhood and spends every Monday, Thursday and Sunday with his mom. &amp;nbsp;Instead of spending Monday night with my kids and I (and helping me which he knows I need his help) he spends it with his mom. &amp;nbsp;On Thursday nights instead of spending it with me having dinner together and doing whatever-he spends it again with his mom and we watch tv together after 8:30. &amp;nbsp;I hate tv! &amp;nbsp;Sundays its up to his mom whether or not we go to church, we have to go to lunch at the same damn place and go shopping. &amp;nbsp;I have to admit-I enjoy this part. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy going to lunch with his mom and her friends. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy helping Kyle and his mom at the grocery. &amp;nbsp;But, why can't he spend more time with me through the week? &amp;nbsp;Am I asking to much? &amp;nbsp;I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like I need some space. &amp;nbsp;This is aggravating to me and I am taking it out on our relationship. &amp;nbsp;I am going to drive him away if I tell him this now because he is not ready for more. &amp;nbsp;However, if I don't tell him this I am going to ruin our relationship by not communicating to him about what's bothering me. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how to say all of this without offending him or sounding like a jerk. &amp;nbsp;It's all just so odd!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving takes the cake. &amp;nbsp;He won't come with me to Toledo and instead is going to be with his mom AGAIN! &amp;nbsp;Even though I am going with them to dinner tonight it's like he will never get out of this routine he is in. &amp;nbsp;Am I just spinning my wheels? &amp;nbsp;His brother has been dating the same girl for 10 years for God's sake!! &amp;nbsp;I want a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139267393936794217-1375304356257613743?l=runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com/feeds/1375304356257613743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139267393936794217/posts/default/1375304356257613743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139267393936794217/posts/default/1375304356257613743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://runtowardsfreedom.blogspot.com/2011/11/whats-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s with me?'/><author><name>me</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11757954079942426000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
