Brandie

Confessions of a Teenage House Wife
2011-02-17 19:40:31 (UTC)

What am I doing?

Once upon a time, there was a girl. She met a boy. The two got
married and had a baby. They bought a house, they got a dog, what a
nice little life.

Except, one day that girl wakes up and realizes how ungrateful she's
been. Holy crap, I'm a terrible person. I can't even believe it.
I've been feeling depressed, feeling as if my life is going nowhere. I
started talking to this guy (a long distance thing, don't worry) and
when I say 'talk', I mean flirt. I wanted to feel like I was
important, like I was needed. I could feel like that at home, I just
have to realize why I'm not.

My house isn't decorated. It's clean, but that's it. I never bothered
to decorate it. I don't make full meals. I don't get up in the
morning and make myself look beautiful.

I'm getting fat. I think I weigh... 140? And I found myself eating
the other night, at 1 AM. I couldn't sleep so I was watching some
television and I suddenly blinked and realized I was eating.
/headdesk


So, I have a new goal. I'm tired of looking for a passion. I'm going
to make my life my passion. My home, myself. Life is what we make of
it, after all.


I will NOT suddenly wake up one day and realize that I'm nothing but a
middle-aged housewife with a cluttered house and a t-shirt that could
fit my husband. It is not who I am.





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