Strippers are just that

1 year ago…
I wasn’t stable on my meds and hovering on madness. I was recovering from Mastisis. Our heat pump was broken. Christmas was cancelled and Christian took me to an Indian restaurant. The house was a mess and I didn’t have time to clean it. I learned that Strippers don’t like to be called strippers.


5 months ago…
I was not stable on my meds and depressed and couldn’t figure out why I was working so hard because the outcome would be the same no matter what.... “a nice box in a deep hole”.
I was upset to find yet another car to take up hubby’s time.
I wasn’t working every weekend at the club and I decided work more because I needed to bury my depression. Brandy quit that weekend too. I made breakfast for Jim for once. Jim and I went to Christians Family’s house and I drove the back roads home.

Today:
I’m not depressed, I’m stable on my meds. And I’m driven to make my life better somehow. Even though that "box" still looms over my head. I’m trying to help hubby buy a car to work on so he can have something to do. I work every weekend at the club and I love it! Brandy quit two weeks ago and isn’t coming back any time soon. Jim’s in jail but I want to go visit him on Sunday. Christian may come to visit for a bit before she goes on her internship in Florida. The house is a mess and I pay my niece to clean it. Christmas is unavoidable but I’m trying to keep it simple. Strippers are always going to be called strippers in my vocabulary.