Dead People

Here is the deal. I am getting better and better. I am lucky that I don't have kids. A friend of mine is going through a divorce, and his ex is moving to another state and taking his children. Things could certainly be worse for me. He is devastated. I feel really bad for him. Nothing in my life is more important than my daughter, and I can't even try to imagine how he feels...Something like that doesnt have an ending...it just goes on.

I had a great 4th. I went to a bbq next door. The night before, I actually went out to a bar. I was the designated driver (as usual), but I had one drink and that was enough for me. My two friends were trashed! I mean, TRASHED. But, hey, they arrived home safe and sound thanks to me. One friend, we will call him *P*, anyway, *P* decided he could see dead people, and while we were playing Yahtzee back at the house, he kept telling me that he had never seen so many "people" around someone before. I told him that there are a lot of people in my family are dead, and he said "I KNOW! IT'S CRAZY!! THERE ARE A LOT!". That was funny. It kinda freaked me out. I left not too long after.

First of all, if I have so many dead relatives following me around, I want to know if they are there when I masturbate. Also, why are they with me, and not with my mom or dad?

The husband called me last night after I got home from the bbq. He was drunk and wanted to know if he could come by and crash on my couch. I told him "NO". He begged and begged for a few minutes, but I told him that I am no longer responsible for him and that he needed to call someone else. I think he is getting the picture.

Thank God my friend moved next door. If I were just a tad bit lonelier, I may not have had the strength to finally start telling him no.

After much thought, I have decided to go back to my maiden name after the divorce. I thought that would be like moving backward...but, the more I think about it, the more I feel it would be like moving forward to me. Moving on.

Things are good.