I'm a good person...and if you don't like it... you can suck it like a juice box! ~ Amber
In the 3 years that I've been blogging.....I've always prided myself on being honest and not sugar coating anything. I think readers appreciate when you are sharing a part of yourself and I believe that's why I've made so many friends.
When I have shared many parts of my life, I protect the
This blog has been a form of therapy for me. Much, much needed therapy because my life isn't all rainbows and lolly pops.
I've shared so much of myself here and I've appreciated all of the support so much. Being able to come HERE to talk to my friends and write things out. I've shared the good, the bad and the ugly.
I can't do that anymore. Someone has a problem with it. (P.S. it's not my husband)
All my life I've struggled to be myself. But that has never been good enough. I didn't become a pilot, I didn't go to the Air Force Academy, I didn't become an Air Traffic Controller. I really wanted to be a hair dresser....that wasn't good enough.
Over the years, I haven't been enough for other people either and they've tried to change my speech, my clothes and my attitude.
I just want to be myself but I can't do that here. People are watching.
I will still be posting but it won't be personal. I don't know what it will be really? I'm still trying to figure out how I can be me without upsetting people.
This is the last time that you'll be hearing from The Real Me....
For many years now....I've been trying to put this broken plate back together. I'm good at crafts and I'm a perfectionist so I try really hard and I use good glue. It seems like it's going back together and I'm hopeful that it's going to hold.
Parts of the plate have been missing but they show back up again and the pieces fit back together but there are piece that shattered and little slivers that are gone that make it not fit right. Pieces that I'll never get back.....
Another part of the plate seems to fit back together but the glue becomes weak and the piece keeps falling off...no matter how I try to get it to fit. Each time it comes off...it's harder to put back in.
Finally. I realize that the plate is just broken and it can't be fixed. But I can't figure out if I should just put it in a box or throw it in the trash.
It actually hurts my heart to look at this plate and know that I can't fix it.