I am.
I’m a formerly fat chick who is terribly scared of losing what I am and becoming what I was. I toe the line between healthy eating and disordered eating, and it scares me sometimes. A lot of times. I’m depressed, and anxious, and I try to cover up my introversion with weird hair colors. To paraphrase Anchorman, 60% of the time, I’m scared every time.
I’m a wife to a man who can be both incredibly loving and clinically stupid. A couple of years ago we nearly split up, but I gave him a chance to redeem himself and be the man that I married. A couple of months ago he did something amazingly, ridiculously awful that resulted in a police raid and jail time.
I have a blended family, with a stepmother and a step father and two parents who tried their best to raise me up to be the best person that I can be. I get along with some of the family, but there’s a lot of them who seem to feed on the drama in the lives of other people, and at the same time won’t acknowledge the drama that they create themselves. That drama has only gotten worse in the last couple of months. A police raid is good for drama.
I am me, and I’ve got some shit to talk about.
