It takes alot to break me. I’ve stood against attacks. I’ve fought an ex husband. I’ve dealt with childhood abuse. I’ve lost the only person other than my children that I truly loved.
But how much can anyone take. To loose my gecko my sweet leopard gecko was just more than I can take.
Over worked working 10 days straight … I can do that. Help watch nephews 4 days a week on top of my own work schedule , I can do that.
Stay in a house with no heat ok. Two busted out windows ok.
My trucks transmission went out ok…only first and second gear ok.
Work through having diabetes and having anemia ok I’m tired as hell but I push through it.
Go to work and my favorite ink pen that I hid so I will have it is gone. And I flip the fuck out. Talking five year old temper tantrum from hell.
And then all you can do is cry because you realize something has got to fucking give.
Some will say this is an attack but I honestly don’t care because if it is they didn’t have the brass balls to come to my face with it. And either way I will find out.
I think this is more that when a woman loves she loves for real.
And she loves so strong that she let’s everything else go to help everyone else out. To be the strong tower.
But sometimes even our hearts break and losing Spike totally broke me.
But I’m still strong and will fight this out. Trust and believe