Aside from hot Cappuccino and Tequila, I've developed a new addition, Pheanouk. Pheanouk can replace the other two when needed and the record has proven so.
I'm an emotional new mum who couldn't get enough of her baby. Everything that used to matter suddenly matter no more. What had never been in picture suddenly comes to realised. Such a twist and I so much enjoy the change.
There's always a beauty in everything. Pheanouk sure is a beautiful change of my life!
Don't tell me I over scrutinise a relationship. But if you're unable to make it through a holiday with your own family, I take that we don't have the same interest. Hence, what's the point of you being in my circle?
Let's be honest. I'm pissed!
I seriously am annoyed with myself. I'm beyond annoyed that I still write about it. Oh how wonderful it would be when I take no shit of this same old story.
Once. Twice. Then again. And again. I panicked. I called for help.
He did not cry while I held him in my arms. He silenced and calmed himself while I tried to compose. He looked me in the eyes full of needs and comfort. Such an enormous privilege but I felt guilt.
I shouldn't have believed. I shouldn't have listened. I shouldn't have acted upon demand of others and ignored his. It burns me inside and then I realize I am a total failure in this role and probably others too.