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im sick of being fat!

so ive been fat for a long time now and for the most part i was ok with it. i had a lot of confidence.. false confidence or not i had it. well now its pretty much all gone. stuff in my life has been going on that well makes me want to puch someone in the face then myself because well its my own desisions that have got me where im at today. blah..

the war at home

first things first... i had a baby! my litle love Ace.. born on dec 27th 2011.. the love of my life.. i could talk all day about him.. but whats really on my mind right now is the war at home. my daughter B and my bf A... are at eachothers necks.. and lucky ol me gets to be stuck right smack dab in the middle. she is 16 and not too bad of a kid. she has a mouth on her and thats what gets her in trouble. but my 32 yr old bf is the one that is really driving me nuts. he acts just like her.. and worse! does things on purpose to piss ppl off.. agh.. its just such a huge mess at home.. i dont know how to deal with any of it.. so i just slip into my own little world. i know it doesnt help matters but i guess it help keep me calm and not blow up... but i have to find some help. because my little world is slowly slipping away! some one is going to get hurt!

20 weeks preg!

its the 1st of the month

and he wont leave. i dont know what to do. he wont pay half the bills and rent. i cant stand listening to his shit everyday. never has anything good to say.. just how wrong i do everything. how reluctant i am to change? who fucking says i want to change to his needs? no passion. no financial support even for himself. putting me down all day. what the fuck do i do.? stupid stupid day.. n now i get to go home to a 3 day weekend with him. going to try and burry myself in my own work. tune his fucked up words as much as i can.

today has been a sucky day

it started out sucky.. bus lady fucked up.. got to work all sweaty and late. floor meeting was half interesting. heard some good gossip. got to see an old friend. then my bf opened his stupid fucking mouth. honestly its time to bounce. cant do it with the way we both think.. maybe in his world shit goes the way he wants it to but not in my world. dunno if either is right.. but its def not right for me. tomorrow is friday.. only thing great about that is i dont have to wake up at the butt crack on sat for work. oh joy.

stress-- learning to deal.

still no car. thank god for my cousin Dee she has been picking me up in the am for work and picking me up after work. i have a bunch of errands i have to run today going to have to figure something out. luckily she will be able to drop me off at my dr's appt today. yeah i finally did it.. made an appt with a counselor.. many times in my life ive been overwhelmed with stress and just kept trucking.. but its gotten to the point where well its too much and i just cant deal. i know one session isnt going to fix me but i really hope she can give me some kind of pointers on how to not blow up.. do something stupid. i think the only reason i think im finally doing it now is because of this baby inside me. when things get really bad i keep thinking fuck this baby is feeling everything im feeling. after a crazy episode im so exhausted and my body aches for days.. can only imagine what its doing to my little growing peanut..
i been trying to figure out the bus schedual to get around and do what i have to do. getting to work is going to be a breeze.. getting home is another story. errands, i still have no idea what im going to do to get them done.. but i been thinking ppl go their whole lives with out ever having a car and they still get things done.. im in a tiny town im sure i will manage somehow.
my relationship with anthony.. i dont even know what to say. im so confuzzled.. and im not. so clear what has to happen then it gets all muddy and i have no idea what is the right thing to do. one thing i know for sure is im scared shitless either way it goes.
My Bee. i feel like such a looser mom.

kicked in the nuts.. but still standing.

so im 11 weeks pregnant today. no more puking. Thank god. but things are pretty not so great. i have outstanding loans. i missed a lot of work due to insanity. made my pay check suck which just backed me up that much more. soo now my car has been repo'd yesterday right before lunch.. oh joy. i was only one payment late because i changed my due date to the 15th.. only the dumb bitch that was handling it never finished the process and i....i was supposed to check up and make sure it got done? so anyways cant afford to get it out of the impound now. going to be over a thousand to get it out. and my loan was only 2500.. oh and to get my posses ions out of my car is now at $50.. had my house keys in there. camping tents, movies i had to return, all my makeup and a bunch of tools. oh joy huh. a bunch of other creditors threatening this and that. well they can all suck it. i understand i put myself in this mess.. not blaming them for that.. just for them being blood hungry aholes! trying to bleed me out of what i dont got using intimidation to get it. i wonder how they all sleep at night? because of all this stress yes that i brought on myself... my work performance has been a roller coaster. that i have to fix like last week i NEED this job! so all of this is the smaller of my problems. i cant live with my bf anymore. or he cant live with me anymore. unless i duct tape his mouth and stick him in the closet when he gets out of hand! does anyone remember the show alley mcbeal.. how she use to have these vivid images of stuff she would see in her head.. ya i get that i keep seeing myself hovering over him with a pillow. thats when its going ok.. when its not its more like jumping on his back and stabbing him many many many times. i dont know if its hormonal.. god knows im clinically insane with this nutty pregnancy.. but its hitting me VERY very hard. im making light of the situation but its really bad. only two ppl in my life know about this.. i used to be a cutter. i know, i know it sounds like a crazy thing to do but well i guess only a cutter would understand. ok so this is how it was for me.. started with my daughters dad.. major major after school lifetime movie kind of a relationship. just about everything horrible you can think of happened between us. so i was only 15 when i started dating him got preg got married. i never learned any coping skills. (oh yeah came from a pretty messed up home to begin with) so yeah i didnt know how to cope with anything really... he was physically abusive. later so was i. so after many years of this i was in my early 20s' actually it started in my late teens.. one time after a huge fight dont remember what had broken in the process of the fight... i was what seemed like hyperventilating.. couldn't breathe then was crying uncontrollably but some how my arm got cut.. i dont remember feeling it hurt or anything but i remember seeing it happen like in slow motion... i saw my skin split in two.. seen the blood rise out of my skin i saw how it filled the cracks of my skin like little branches then over flood like a little puddle then a bigger puddle. i dont know how long i was sitting there watching all this.. but after a while i noticed how calm i was and how beautiful the whole process had been. like this puddle had just released all this pain and suffering i was feeling. i sat there for a long time after feeling so at peace. i felt soothed. relaxed. i dont remember the first time i did it on purpose. not sure why i would think that would stick out in my memory.. but anyways every time it got insane at home.. and heres something i just thought about it wasnt when we physically fought it was when we would talk yell shout what ever.. when i would get frustrated! ive never been great at correctly expressing what im feeling and it boggles me when ppl dont get it. so for years when i got hysterical i would lock myself up in the bathroom mostly.. id break anything breakable find the sharpest edge and make a smallish slash on my arm. i started with bigger slashed but it all went too fast to watch so i made smaller ones and loved each one. like little friends performing beautiful art to take me out of where i was. so that is how i became a cutter. why am i spilling my guts now.. well that all stopped after i split from my husband. i have no idea why i still had very big problems come up.. but none that needed me to cut myself. i cant really explain that either something i guess i should think about more. buttttttt years and years after the last time i did i feel myself doing it again.. ive had to resort to other destructive things in order to not cut myself. .. im pregnant so i cant go have a drink or smoke or go have sex with a random person. lightbulb.. all things i first replaced cutting myself with. anyways i was doing good before i got preg. i was going to the gym a lot. and i felt great. cant really hit the gym hard being preg and since ive had a miscarriage i have to be very careful. so remember that bf i told you about the one i have vivid images of stabbing multiple times?. ya i dont want to lay the full blame on him.. i have control over what i do.. but well ya he pisses me off.. BEYOND frustration... theres no talking to him. i try soooo HARD to keep my cool.. i walk away i tell him please lets take a break. even try to just ignore him.. but he pushes and pushes and pushes.. i never ever want to get physical with him or anyone else for that matter. i used to be a cool cucumber could take enormous amounts of crap from anyone with out me even giving a damn.. but well i dont know if its him? me getting older? the situation of everything else around me? all the stress? me being pregnant? i have no idea but i feel like a time bomb. last night i locked myself up in the bathroom.. was really bad.. but it freaks me out so bad to flip out like i did because i know that this baby in me can feel everything im feeling. i dont want to be the reason i loose this baby. i dont want to hurt it. i tried breathing. that didnt work. i dug my nails in to my hand that didnt work. i paced that didnt work. was crying uncontrollably... i started to punch my legs that didnt work so i sat on the floor and opened the cabinet doors.. popped the mirror out of a make up kit under the sink wrapped it in toilet paper and broke it. (crap seven years bad luck)i fought this immense urge with everything i had. i tried calling mental health on the back of my insurance card.. they were no help. well i did kinda lie and tell them i was ok cuz i freaked out didnt want them to send cops over to my house. then tried my church lady to see if she could tell me who i could call but that didnt work either.. after all this tho i found some kinda rational thinking start to poke through. i sat there for a while talking to umm im not sure.. then i apologized to my baby.. texted my daughter told her i loved her and was sorry for the crappy life ive given her. and i got up went to my bed. ate some food my bf had bought me and i was over it. of course then he had to say some dumb shit again that made me dig my nails into my arm but i shook that one off pretty quick n just fell asleep. h yeah ok so im exposing myself right now.. because if its not a secret i cant hide it. im ashamed of it. i feel im weak because of it. i DONT want to hurt myself. i have an appointment with a counselor on thursday. i dont know what to expect ive never been. but i want to learn healthy ways of coping with lifes kicks in the balls. :) till next time. wish me luck!

rough times

being broke is so depressing. if it were just me i dont think it would be so bad. but i have a teen to support and well my bf to support. the stress is overwhelming at times. first instint is to run and wait for the storm to pass but i guess thats only going to make things worse. guess i have to find a way to make a few extra bucks and cut back on anything i can. wish they would help out more. agh..

well... guess what?!

im pregnant! i got back with anthony in dec.. something i thought i would never do in a million years. we moved in together in march. its been crazy to say the least but it is what it is. i gotta say tho i wasnt very happy when i found out i was pregnant. i actually freaked out and got pretty depressed. but ive come to terms with it and am totally happy about it now. its still way early so im not really telling everyone about it. tho most my immediate family knows and some of his knows. will have to remember to keep my camera on hand to post more often.

back to the same ol janice...

Fuck you! dont judge me. dont accuse me. dont assume. dont doubt. Fuck you. im selfish...thats a fucking joke. Fuck you.

2010 wrap up

So much happened in 2010. a lot of great stuff. and a lot of horrible stuff. Glad to say i made it through all of it in one piece...(mostly).Im always learning. mistake after mistake i try and remember the lesson. im hanging out with Anthony again. Scared crapless but it just feels soo good. i feel like me around him. just me. i dont get to feel that very often. this year my toughest challenge was being a mom. so many times i wished i could just quit. or take a longgg vacation from being mom. but then again i dont even know who i would be if i wasnt mom, sister, daughter, aunt, cousin, gf. for the coming year i want to find a little more of me. what makes me happy. i want to have a healthy relationship with all around me. mostly my teen. i reallllly hope she grows out of this rocky phase asap. 2011....cant wait to meet you. :)

Midnight puff n paint....

So i had my first semi stay at home all weekend.. in months and months. was good too just stay home.. didnt feel tired and inna rush.. i just vegged.. but come sunday night i started to get a little antsy.. sooo i brought back my old puff n paint..

why wont my coffee stay hot?!

ive been sitting here for hrs doing tons of nothing. 10yrs of nothing. all i wanted was a cup of normal hot coffee. i get sucked in to nothing, cant remember where i was going. scars that show where ive been. can i get a cup of normal. hot coffee?

June 1st 2010- im alive

so im 31yrs old. when i was 12ish i thought 31 was super old.. grown up age. fuck i was so wrong. im scared to death that im never going to get it. never going to figure out my money. never going to figure out this being a mother thing. never going to figure out this whole relationships thing. but you know what scares me the fuking most.. this whole boys thing. i dont get it. millions of couples out there. i just dont fucking get it. agh brain is mush. mas manana..

A year of nothing..

So last year i lost the love of my life and my best friend.(they didnt die just not a part of my life anymore)I vowed to be a better me but all i did was just get stuck. I feel like all im doing is just flowing. not growing not progressing .. im just letting time drag me along. for a while i was so focused on just having fun.. and ive def had fun but i think im pretty over it. im burning out. im not enjoying it as much as i used to. i want to focus on bettering my life. paying more attention to Bee and moving out and upward with life. idealy id like to have my man by my side but ive learned i cant force that.. just wait for it to happen. so my thought today is to get on the ball. i need to find a way to get unstuck. try and stay away from the bar little by little. start sewing again. spend more time with my family.

the root of all evil

cash money... the pain and joy of ppls lives! ... ive been stress free for a while and now im in a crunch. count down for Bees Vegas cheep competion... hopefully i will get something back from my taxes. Vday is on its stupid way. Anthony asked what i was doing a while back.. just not a good thing for us to even try. i have court couple days after. omfggg what if i have to serve time like my dad did.. omg i cant handle that! and its days before bees comp!.. ok so 2010 isnt going as smoothly as id like it too.. gotta find stuff to stay positive about.

good girl weekend

so i didnt go out all weekend.. friday night i had a game night at my house... and it was pretty fucking fun. we played a dare jenga.. hella fun... very surprised by the crafty steady hands of my fellow playmates... (carlos was a damn animal.. scary lucky mo fo..) had to get up early for Bees cheer comp on sat. my baby is so pretty so cute and adorable on the cheer squad. i can never tell her though shes to bad ass for that. but they didnt win.. which is ok.. they are learning the ropes.. Grandma and me were about to burst with pride.. my baby girl. then i came home and passed the fuck out. was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sleepy. n sunday was ok but bee had a little hissy fit.. cant even remeber for what but she told me she hated me. what ev. went to shira-soni for dinne. michells surprise bday. that was intresting. simpsons 20th anniversary.. damn right i watched it. then hit the bar with my fav dirty Dee... intresting night. good fckuingign times. :) gooood nigters.. :)

my dad

came home last night. when i seen him instantly my whole mood changed. im becoming more and more aware of my anger towards him. this cant be healthy. and im sure he feels it too. i know what to do about it, but i just dont want to do the work or to get over it(it=my childhood). im sooooooo very thankful hes with that lady again.. keeps him away from here for now. i didnt go to the gym last night. i fell asleep watching where the wild things are. creepy btw. Game night tonight! hope it goes well!

Jan 7 2010..

lets play catchup... so im still single. still employed. still at my dads. the goods.. i joined the gym end of nov and i feel fantastic. Zumba is My new obsession! pretty healthy obsession to have.. ok now for the bads.. i was arrested on new years for a DUI. i wasnt even close to being drunk but i guess i blew more then the legal limit .08.. lame but being overweight might actually help me out of this. i have court feb 16.. fingers crossed major praying time. last month i realized how major last year was. big big changes for me. the guy who i thought was the love of my life broke up with me. id never been broken up with totally thought i was going to die.(im very much alive and doing just fine now) i turned 30.. not as big of a deal as i thought it would be (but im very glad to be 30) im back at my dads house and its pretty convenient for the now but i think it might be time to move out on my own again very soon. i lost my best friend. my only really true friend. this was very major. i went through most of my life with out a true best friend.. i thought she would be in my life forever. i missed her 30th bday (i was completely broke, but had planned to make it up bigtime..but before i even got the chance to tell her all about it she broke up with me) she stopped talking to me. at first she was just short on words.. then stopped texting me back. my last text to her was "are you ever going to talk to me" didnt hear back from her for 3 months. then last week she just wrote "i miss you janice". what am i supposed to do with that? i didnt write back i cant. that was more painful then when Anthony broke up with me. me and him had problems very obvious problems.. but me and her i thought were bonded forever... i guess i was wrong. cest le vie. now that we are up to date im going to make it a point to write every day.. till tomorrow..