I realize that I haven't posted anything in a loooong time. I guess I didn't have anything worthwhile to say. Not sure that I do now either.
Anyone that knows me knows that my eyesight is terrible, and that I wear contacts and glasses. Well, that is about to change. This Saturday I'm having Lasik surgery done. I'm really excited about it, but also anxious. They make you read and put your initials next to all the possible side effects and complications of the surgery, which does not inspire confidence one bit. I'm a worrywart, and if you tell me all the things that could go wrong, I'm going to think that they'll probably happen to me. I'm also worried that I'll move my eyes too much during the surgery, so I'm going to make sure to ask for something to relax me. (See what I mean about being a worrier?)
Since Lasik and other similar surgeries became available, I always said I would NEVER get them done because I couldn't stand the thought of knives/lasers touching my eyes, and the idea that instead of improving my eyes, they could be damaged. Why the change of heart, you ask? Well, there are two main reasons. The first is that my contacts and glasses are extremely expensive due to the high prescription, and as of September this year, my vision coverage went from a $200 benefit to just a discount. The other is that I'm so sick and tired of glasses and contacts, especially because my contacts break all the time, sometimes IN my eyes. The contacts are supposed to last for a month, but many times they don't last even half that long before they rip. The lenses for my right eye alone cost $80 per box (6 in a box), and that's a discounted rate. (Retail is around $120 per box.) At the discounted rate, every time one breaks, that's $13 down the toilet. Lasik is expensive, for sure. But in the long run, it should save us money, and I'll get the invaluable benefit of having clear vision without glasses or contacts.
Because I'm a woman who wears makeup, another thing that bothers me about the Lasik is that I can't wear eye makeup for a week afterward. That means in addition to no eyeliner or mascara, no under-eye concealer either. My dark circles! Ack! And on Thanksgiving, too! Oh, the horror. But it's a small price to pay for 20/20 vision. I just envision everyone at work, and relatives on Thanksgiving, asking me if I feel ok, because I look tired, etc.
Time to go. Buh-bye!
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Restlessness grocery rage
Why is this day so slow? And why do I not want to do anything? Golly. You ever have those days where you feel like you want to jump out of your skin? I'm having one of those days. I feel edgy and restless, yet aimless and fatigued. Maybe it's because my vacation is coming up, and I am so tired of waiting for it. It seems like it's taken forever to get here. I just hope my vacation goes by slowly, so I can savor every moment and genuinely experience rejuvenation.
I know you're not supposed to broadcast when you're out of town, because that is just an invitation for someone to burglarize your home. So I'm not going to pinpoint exactly when we're leaving and coming back - I'll just say that it's soon.
I feel like I need to somehow get excitement and/or joy out of grocery shopping. You know why? I HATE grocery shopping. It's such a drudge, and it's an hour of my life every week that I will never get back. But how to get joy out of it? I don't see how it's possible. Part of the problem is that I almost always have to do it by myself (I shop on Saturdays, and Mark works almost every Saturday), and lugging all the heavy bags up to our 2nd floor apartment is the worst. I usually have to make 4 or 5 trips, and by then I'm really hot and worn out. That probably says more about my stamina and general physical fitness than anything, but anyway... Going to the store, buying the same staples over and over, trying to figure out what to buy for all the dinners that week, blah, blah, blah, yuck. I probably shouldn't complain, because at least we have the resources to replenish our food supply every week. A lot of people don't. But for once can I just get someone else to pick out everything and lug it all upstairs for me? Or maybe I should change my shopping day to Sundays, that way I have Mark to help me. But my original thought process was that I'd get the chores and errands done while Mark was working, so we could relax on Sunday. Moving the grocery trip to Sunday would kind of ruin that. What would you do in my position? Keep sucking it up and shop by yourself on Saturday, or push it to Sunday, your day of rest, so you can have company and assistance?
I know you're not supposed to broadcast when you're out of town, because that is just an invitation for someone to burglarize your home. So I'm not going to pinpoint exactly when we're leaving and coming back - I'll just say that it's soon.
I feel like I need to somehow get excitement and/or joy out of grocery shopping. You know why? I HATE grocery shopping. It's such a drudge, and it's an hour of my life every week that I will never get back. But how to get joy out of it? I don't see how it's possible. Part of the problem is that I almost always have to do it by myself (I shop on Saturdays, and Mark works almost every Saturday), and lugging all the heavy bags up to our 2nd floor apartment is the worst. I usually have to make 4 or 5 trips, and by then I'm really hot and worn out. That probably says more about my stamina and general physical fitness than anything, but anyway... Going to the store, buying the same staples over and over, trying to figure out what to buy for all the dinners that week, blah, blah, blah, yuck. I probably shouldn't complain, because at least we have the resources to replenish our food supply every week. A lot of people don't. But for once can I just get someone else to pick out everything and lug it all upstairs for me? Or maybe I should change my shopping day to Sundays, that way I have Mark to help me. But my original thought process was that I'd get the chores and errands done while Mark was working, so we could relax on Sunday. Moving the grocery trip to Sunday would kind of ruin that. What would you do in my position? Keep sucking it up and shop by yourself on Saturday, or push it to Sunday, your day of rest, so you can have company and assistance?
Friday, June 22, 2012
Unimportant fluff
Even though I was resolved not to do it, I did it. I bought a bathing suit online. I planned on going to a brick-and-mortar store to try suits on, and I actually have done that a couple times. Nothing panned out. So I found a really cute suit online, and read the reviews. Everyone who had purchased the suit gave it high marks for cuteness and fit, so I bit the bullet and ordered myself one. Fingers crossed, it won't turn out to be a mistake.
I have no plans this weekend (except for the usual chores and errands), and I'm loving it. When you're overscheduled, even with fun things, it takes the relaxation out of the weekend. I love being able to sleep in, and having nowhere to be. I like to hang out in my jammies, have my coffee, and catch up on some TV.
Is it just me, or is there a trend right now with women having super-long hair? I have to think that most of the celebrities I see with really long hair have achieved such length with extensions, which seems like cheating. But I have to admit that I have been influenced by this trend. No, I didn't get extensions, and I don't plan on getting any. I'm purposely letting my hair grow out quite long, longer than it's ever been. And I like it. But even with all this hair, I still can't manage to twist my hair into a nice, fat bun. It still looks kind of puny and sad. Thick hair I'll never have, and I just have to accept that.
Everyone have a great weekend!
I have no plans this weekend (except for the usual chores and errands), and I'm loving it. When you're overscheduled, even with fun things, it takes the relaxation out of the weekend. I love being able to sleep in, and having nowhere to be. I like to hang out in my jammies, have my coffee, and catch up on some TV.
Is it just me, or is there a trend right now with women having super-long hair? I have to think that most of the celebrities I see with really long hair have achieved such length with extensions, which seems like cheating. But I have to admit that I have been influenced by this trend. No, I didn't get extensions, and I don't plan on getting any. I'm purposely letting my hair grow out quite long, longer than it's ever been. And I like it. But even with all this hair, I still can't manage to twist my hair into a nice, fat bun. It still looks kind of puny and sad. Thick hair I'll never have, and I just have to accept that.
Everyone have a great weekend!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Humidity aggravation and other annoyances
Wow, it's been a long time since I've posted anything. More than a month. I guess I just haven't felt like blogging. But now I'm in the mood again.
It sure is hot for the first day of summer. But it seems to me that the calendar is way off when it comes to the seasons, at least in Ohio. Summer started around Memorial Day, not only in our mindset, but weather-wise. And even though fall starts in late September, it usually feels fall-ish a lot sooner than that, though this year might be an exception due to El Nino or global warming, or whatever weather phenomenon the meteorologists are blaming for our hotter weather. I don't know about you, but I don't do well in the hot, humid weather. Especially in the humidity. Mark and I were at the Indians game on Friday night, and even though it was only in the low to mid 80's, I was sweating (or "glistening", as we ladies like to say) the whole dang time. It was so sticky and humid, and I felt so gross. I had to take a cold shower when I got home. The weatherman said the humidity was supposed to be low. Ha! He couldn't have been more wrong. I kept thinking, if the humidity is so low, why the heck am I dripping with sweat? The only conclusion I could come to was that Mr. Weatherman is either incompetent or a liar. There's no reason I could think of that he would lie about the humidity, so he must be incompetent. Thanks for nothing, weather guy.
We had taken the Rapid to the game, and on the way back the train was absolutely packed. Everyone was sweaty, and jammed close together. Blech. The AC was on, but it wasn't circulating well because there were too many bodies stuffed in there. I had the particular pleasure of standing right next to an elderly gentleman's armpit, and his deoderant was not working too well, if you get my drift.
Despite the humidity, I enjoyed the game, and the fireworks afterward. But having my husband tell me that he's perfectly comfortable, not too hot at all, was quite aggravating. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and I shouldn't have been sweating so much. But I noticed other people fanning themselves, and I would have been too, if I'd had anything to use as a fan. So there!
Mark isn't into baseball, but to my surprise, after the game, he bought an Indians t-shirt. But I didn't realize how little Mark knows about baseball, until he indignantly insisted that the scoreboard was wrong, that the Indians had more hits than what was showing. I was confused, until I realized he thought fly balls and ground outs counted as hits. I stifled my amusement, and informed him that it only counted as a hit if you get on base. Mark is a football man, all the way. And I'm sure he's suppressed a few smiles when I've asked some (probably stupid) questions about football, so I enjoyed it, probably more than I should have, that I know more about a sport than he does. But my enjoyment is tempered by the fact that it's only because of indifference that he's ignorant about baseball; he couldn't care less about the ins and outs of it (no pun intended).
Which brings me to one of my biggest grammar/word usage pet peeves. The phrase is I COULDN'T care less. NOT I could care less. If you could care less, that means that you actually do care. Just one gem of unasked-for word knowledge from your resident word nerd.
I need a new swimsuit. And all the ladies reading this know how awful it is to go bathing suit shopping. Mark and I are going on a little vacation soon, and my best and favorite suit is worn out and not presentable. So I am grimly resolved to find a new one, and I just hope I can find one that looks okay on me and isn't crazy expensive. If you have any recommendations on where to shop, please share. I have a gift card to Macy's, but unless they're having a sale, it won't go very far.
I'm so thankful for air conditioning (how did it get that name anyway? Instead of something more descriptive of what it is, like 'air cooling'?). I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd much rather be cold than hot, because you can always add a layer or two if you're cold, but if you're hot, there's not much you can do. Just sweat, I guess.
That reminds me of a school picture I got from a male classmate that I had a crush on in high school. He wrote on the back of it, "Stay Sweat!" (instead of Stay Sweet.) And I remember that to this day, not only because of the crush I had on him, but because I am a spelling geek, and I find nerdy stuff like that hilarious.
It sure is hot for the first day of summer. But it seems to me that the calendar is way off when it comes to the seasons, at least in Ohio. Summer started around Memorial Day, not only in our mindset, but weather-wise. And even though fall starts in late September, it usually feels fall-ish a lot sooner than that, though this year might be an exception due to El Nino or global warming, or whatever weather phenomenon the meteorologists are blaming for our hotter weather. I don't know about you, but I don't do well in the hot, humid weather. Especially in the humidity. Mark and I were at the Indians game on Friday night, and even though it was only in the low to mid 80's, I was sweating (or "glistening", as we ladies like to say) the whole dang time. It was so sticky and humid, and I felt so gross. I had to take a cold shower when I got home. The weatherman said the humidity was supposed to be low. Ha! He couldn't have been more wrong. I kept thinking, if the humidity is so low, why the heck am I dripping with sweat? The only conclusion I could come to was that Mr. Weatherman is either incompetent or a liar. There's no reason I could think of that he would lie about the humidity, so he must be incompetent. Thanks for nothing, weather guy.
We had taken the Rapid to the game, and on the way back the train was absolutely packed. Everyone was sweaty, and jammed close together. Blech. The AC was on, but it wasn't circulating well because there were too many bodies stuffed in there. I had the particular pleasure of standing right next to an elderly gentleman's armpit, and his deoderant was not working too well, if you get my drift.
Despite the humidity, I enjoyed the game, and the fireworks afterward. But having my husband tell me that he's perfectly comfortable, not too hot at all, was quite aggravating. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me, and I shouldn't have been sweating so much. But I noticed other people fanning themselves, and I would have been too, if I'd had anything to use as a fan. So there!
Mark isn't into baseball, but to my surprise, after the game, he bought an Indians t-shirt. But I didn't realize how little Mark knows about baseball, until he indignantly insisted that the scoreboard was wrong, that the Indians had more hits than what was showing. I was confused, until I realized he thought fly balls and ground outs counted as hits. I stifled my amusement, and informed him that it only counted as a hit if you get on base. Mark is a football man, all the way. And I'm sure he's suppressed a few smiles when I've asked some (probably stupid) questions about football, so I enjoyed it, probably more than I should have, that I know more about a sport than he does. But my enjoyment is tempered by the fact that it's only because of indifference that he's ignorant about baseball; he couldn't care less about the ins and outs of it (no pun intended).
Which brings me to one of my biggest grammar/word usage pet peeves. The phrase is I COULDN'T care less. NOT I could care less. If you could care less, that means that you actually do care. Just one gem of unasked-for word knowledge from your resident word nerd.
I need a new swimsuit. And all the ladies reading this know how awful it is to go bathing suit shopping. Mark and I are going on a little vacation soon, and my best and favorite suit is worn out and not presentable. So I am grimly resolved to find a new one, and I just hope I can find one that looks okay on me and isn't crazy expensive. If you have any recommendations on where to shop, please share. I have a gift card to Macy's, but unless they're having a sale, it won't go very far.
I'm so thankful for air conditioning (how did it get that name anyway? Instead of something more descriptive of what it is, like 'air cooling'?). I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd much rather be cold than hot, because you can always add a layer or two if you're cold, but if you're hot, there's not much you can do. Just sweat, I guess.
That reminds me of a school picture I got from a male classmate that I had a crush on in high school. He wrote on the back of it, "Stay Sweat!" (instead of Stay Sweet.) And I remember that to this day, not only because of the crush I had on him, but because I am a spelling geek, and I find nerdy stuff like that hilarious.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Cedar Point and ice cream
For some reason I'm not feeling so great right now. I feel kind of feverish and slightly nauseated. Maybe it's just my reaction to the noise and dirt at work. Or maybe it was the leftover pizza I had for lunch. In any case, I just wanna lie down somewhere and close my eyes for a little while.
This Saturday is opening day for Cedar Point's 2012 season. Yay! Mark and I have season passes. I doubt I'll be going that day though, partly because Mark has to work on Saturday (like always), and partly because it will be super crowded and the lines for rides will all be 3 hours long. Also because right now the idea of going there and riding roller coasters makes me tired. Now, don't get me wrong, I love CP and roller coasters. But a little goes a long way with me, especially regarding the rides. That's why my favorite time of year is Halloweekends, since there is more for everyone to do (haunted houses and attractions) than just ride rides. I find that the older I get, the less tolerance my equilibrium has for multiple roller coaster rides in a row. And when you have a season pass, you don't feel the urgency to ride every single ride in the park in one day. And you also get really picky about waiting in line. If anything has more than a one-hour wait, you say nah, nevermind. I'll ride that some other time. So, many days we end up only riding a few rides, which is perfectly fine with me. Cedar Point is a great place to people-watch; it attracts all kinds of interesting folks, and if all you do is sit and watch people all day, you will be entertained. Plus I like the cheesy musical shows, and they have a Snoopy/Peanuts ice skating show that is actually pretty impressive (and a nice cool place to hang out on a sweltering summer day). I'm curious to see how good their new dinosaur attraction is. I bought Mark and myself tickets to see it - it's not included in admission or the season pass price - so it better be pretty good. The tickets were only $5 each, but since they make you pay extra, I hope it lives up to the hype.
The other day I was looking at ice cream makers on amazon, and for some reason I really wanted to get one. But as Mark pointed out to me, the last thing he and I need is to be eating more ice cream, and after the initial novelty wears off, it would probably just end up taking up space in the cupboards. So my impulse was squelched, and no ice cream maker. And I don't know why I wanted to get one so much; I'm not really that much of an ice cream enthusiast. Maybe because most of the flavors available at the store are not to my liking. I'm always looking for an Edy's Slow Churned chocolate-chip ice cream, and it doesn't seem to exist. I love chocolate-chip ice cream, and the only one I can ever find is Breyers or Pierre's, which are ok, but they're not Edy's. They end up disappointing me and I regret buying them. So if anyone knows anyone who has a cousin that's a friend of a brother of someone works for Edy's, tell 'em they need to make a slow-churned chocolate-chip flavor. And if they already do, tell them to ship it to my Giant Eagle.
This Saturday is opening day for Cedar Point's 2012 season. Yay! Mark and I have season passes. I doubt I'll be going that day though, partly because Mark has to work on Saturday (like always), and partly because it will be super crowded and the lines for rides will all be 3 hours long. Also because right now the idea of going there and riding roller coasters makes me tired. Now, don't get me wrong, I love CP and roller coasters. But a little goes a long way with me, especially regarding the rides. That's why my favorite time of year is Halloweekends, since there is more for everyone to do (haunted houses and attractions) than just ride rides. I find that the older I get, the less tolerance my equilibrium has for multiple roller coaster rides in a row. And when you have a season pass, you don't feel the urgency to ride every single ride in the park in one day. And you also get really picky about waiting in line. If anything has more than a one-hour wait, you say nah, nevermind. I'll ride that some other time. So, many days we end up only riding a few rides, which is perfectly fine with me. Cedar Point is a great place to people-watch; it attracts all kinds of interesting folks, and if all you do is sit and watch people all day, you will be entertained. Plus I like the cheesy musical shows, and they have a Snoopy/Peanuts ice skating show that is actually pretty impressive (and a nice cool place to hang out on a sweltering summer day). I'm curious to see how good their new dinosaur attraction is. I bought Mark and myself tickets to see it - it's not included in admission or the season pass price - so it better be pretty good. The tickets were only $5 each, but since they make you pay extra, I hope it lives up to the hype.
The other day I was looking at ice cream makers on amazon, and for some reason I really wanted to get one. But as Mark pointed out to me, the last thing he and I need is to be eating more ice cream, and after the initial novelty wears off, it would probably just end up taking up space in the cupboards. So my impulse was squelched, and no ice cream maker. And I don't know why I wanted to get one so much; I'm not really that much of an ice cream enthusiast. Maybe because most of the flavors available at the store are not to my liking. I'm always looking for an Edy's Slow Churned chocolate-chip ice cream, and it doesn't seem to exist. I love chocolate-chip ice cream, and the only one I can ever find is Breyers or Pierre's, which are ok, but they're not Edy's. They end up disappointing me and I regret buying them. So if anyone knows anyone who has a cousin that's a friend of a brother of someone works for Edy's, tell 'em they need to make a slow-churned chocolate-chip flavor. And if they already do, tell them to ship it to my Giant Eagle.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Disappointing snack, hope for a bikini future
So it's been a week since my last post. Wow. I didn't think I would wait that long.
Random snack evaluation - I just ate some parmesan herb sun chips, and I did not like them. I like sun chips, but not that flavor. You would think they'd be really good, because who doesn't like parmesan cheese and herbs? But however they flavored these chips, they surely didn't please my tastebuds. And they didn't really taste that cheesy, just generally kind of savory but not in a good way. Ick. Now I have that taste in my mouth, and even though I'm chugging Pepsi, it's not going away.
Well, if anyone has been wondering if I've stuck to my exercise regimen - I'm happy to report that for the most part, I have. I started exercising again two weeks ago, and in that time, I've worked out six times, or three times per week. I wanted to work out more, but I'm pleased that I've managed to exercise as much as I have. As I'm sure anyone who is/has been on a quest to become fit knows, it's hard to be patient. I wish I could already see my body transforming, but I know that I won't see any changes for a while yet. But I get what seems like 2 Vicky's Secret catalogs per day, and now they've got their teeny bikinis out. I would really love to be able to wear one of those and not cringe in the mirror. I wouldn't wear the truly teeny ones though, because that's just too much of me on display. But knowing I COULD wear one and it would look good on me - that sure would be nice. I have one of those body-slimming, one-piece numbers, and it's very nice once it's on. But getting it on is like trying to go through the birth canal, only as an adult. I get that it's supposed to hold you in, but golly geez. Does it have to be such a struggle to get it on? Maybe if it had a zipper or hooks or something, anything, so that it could start out loose and once you have it on, then be tightened. (How did this become about how annoying one of my bathing suits is?) Anyway, the bottom line is, I am eyeing those bikinis with not just yearning, but now also with hope.
We live on the second floor of a double built in the 1910's, and just walking around makes the wood floors creak. When I exercise, I cringe at the thought of how much noise I'm making for our downstairs neighbors. But with how much they bother us with their screaming matches, loud bass (I don't call it music - it's unrecognizable as such - I can only hear scratchy guitar riffs that don't sound like any notes on the musical scale, on top of thumping bass), and cigarette/pot smoking, I tell myself that it's a small annoyance to them, and it only lasts 30 minutes at a time. And it's for something beneficial, albeit not beneficial for them.
I hope everyone has a stupendous weekend. Talk at ya later.
Random snack evaluation - I just ate some parmesan herb sun chips, and I did not like them. I like sun chips, but not that flavor. You would think they'd be really good, because who doesn't like parmesan cheese and herbs? But however they flavored these chips, they surely didn't please my tastebuds. And they didn't really taste that cheesy, just generally kind of savory but not in a good way. Ick. Now I have that taste in my mouth, and even though I'm chugging Pepsi, it's not going away.
Well, if anyone has been wondering if I've stuck to my exercise regimen - I'm happy to report that for the most part, I have. I started exercising again two weeks ago, and in that time, I've worked out six times, or three times per week. I wanted to work out more, but I'm pleased that I've managed to exercise as much as I have. As I'm sure anyone who is/has been on a quest to become fit knows, it's hard to be patient. I wish I could already see my body transforming, but I know that I won't see any changes for a while yet. But I get what seems like 2 Vicky's Secret catalogs per day, and now they've got their teeny bikinis out. I would really love to be able to wear one of those and not cringe in the mirror. I wouldn't wear the truly teeny ones though, because that's just too much of me on display. But knowing I COULD wear one and it would look good on me - that sure would be nice. I have one of those body-slimming, one-piece numbers, and it's very nice once it's on. But getting it on is like trying to go through the birth canal, only as an adult. I get that it's supposed to hold you in, but golly geez. Does it have to be such a struggle to get it on? Maybe if it had a zipper or hooks or something, anything, so that it could start out loose and once you have it on, then be tightened. (How did this become about how annoying one of my bathing suits is?) Anyway, the bottom line is, I am eyeing those bikinis with not just yearning, but now also with hope.
We live on the second floor of a double built in the 1910's, and just walking around makes the wood floors creak. When I exercise, I cringe at the thought of how much noise I'm making for our downstairs neighbors. But with how much they bother us with their screaming matches, loud bass (I don't call it music - it's unrecognizable as such - I can only hear scratchy guitar riffs that don't sound like any notes on the musical scale, on top of thumping bass), and cigarette/pot smoking, I tell myself that it's a small annoyance to them, and it only lasts 30 minutes at a time. And it's for something beneficial, albeit not beneficial for them.
I hope everyone has a stupendous weekend. Talk at ya later.
Friday, April 13, 2012
Senseless tragedy
If anyone hasn't heard, there was a shooting at the Cracker Barrel in Brooklyn last night. A man shot and killed his wife and 11-year-old daughter, and their 10-year-old daughter is in the hospital. The police shot the man, but unfortunately they arrived too late to help his wife or daughters. The thing I'm thankful for is that no other customers or employees were shot. But it's so hard to make sense of tragedies like this. The man had a history of domestic violence, and so maybe the woman thought she would be safe if she told her husband she was leaving him while they were in a restaurant, hoping he wouldn't threaten or harm her publicly. It's incredibly sad and horrific that she was so wrong. And now there's that poor 10-year-old girl, who has lost her entire family, and in the most terrible way. I'm not sure how badly she's hurt, but assuming that she survives, I hope she has other relatives that are willing and able to take her in and give her the love and comfort (and counseling) she needs. I can think of several things that could have been done differently that might have prevented this outcome. But unfortunately what's done is done, and there is nothing to do now but pray for the girl and any family she has left.
It really makes you appreciate what you have and how good you have it when you hear stories like this. My husband and I have a loving, kind, and respectful relationship, and I can't imagine what that woman went through. And to die at her husband's hand, just when she thought she would be free of his abuse. It makes me want to cry. And it makes me want to rail against every person who abuses their spouse, significant other, or their children. I just pray that the surviving daughter gets the help she needs to break the cycle of abuse, because unfortunately abuse is the pattern she knows, and she will need healing and counseling to get out of that pattern.
The surviving daughter is weighing on my heart, and I am moved to pray for her. If any of you reading this think of it, please pray for her. For her survival, physical healing, and emotional and mental healing, and for a secure and loving home.
It really makes you appreciate what you have and how good you have it when you hear stories like this. My husband and I have a loving, kind, and respectful relationship, and I can't imagine what that woman went through. And to die at her husband's hand, just when she thought she would be free of his abuse. It makes me want to cry. And it makes me want to rail against every person who abuses their spouse, significant other, or their children. I just pray that the surviving daughter gets the help she needs to break the cycle of abuse, because unfortunately abuse is the pattern she knows, and she will need healing and counseling to get out of that pattern.
The surviving daughter is weighing on my heart, and I am moved to pray for her. If any of you reading this think of it, please pray for her. For her survival, physical healing, and emotional and mental healing, and for a secure and loving home.
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