Venting

I'm sick of people.

I'm sick of trusting and being let down.

I'm sick of thinking I'm past being naive and being let down again.

I miss Bri.  I miss Danielle.  I miss knowing they were there emotionally AND physically.  (like, in person)  I miss boyfriends that knew how to make me feel wanted.  Maybe they were players... maybe they ended up breaking my heart (with help from me of course) but it was nice to feel wanted.

I'm glad I have the kids.

I'm glad I enjoy them.

I'm glad I have the time to enjoy them.

Someday they may let me down in ways, but I hope that I don't see it that way when it happens.