OP who knows who my "one" is, and has no desire to be with anyone else. Through out my life, I've dated many guys. Quite a few were for years, was engaged twice but I broke them off because it didn't feel right,I even had a child and married the father. I loved my xH, but I wasn't in love with him. After my marriage ended, I dated. Then one day, I took a chance on going on a date with a guy who had no picture on his dating profile. Something told me to give it a try. From the day we met in person, we both knew this was something amazing. He never introduced any woman to his family, ever. Within 2 weeks, I met his whole family. We spent a year and a half knowing we were each others "one". Bad things are keeping us apart right now,it is possible some day we can be together again. I know I would be able to love again...but there is a difference in loving someone, and knowing who your "one" is. My parents and my uncle didn't lead sad lives,they were all quite happy. Just because we're not with someone, doesn't mean we're not happy. I'm leading a happy life in other aspects. No one should depend on being with someone else in order to be happy. Occasionally I am able to communicate with my "one", but we're not emotionally dependent on each other.

I thought it'd be a great idea to bring the 96 gallon trash bin back from the curb before I walked the dog. However, I already had the dog on her leash, so I figured she could just walk with me while I pulled the bin back to the house. Bad idea--she got spooked at the sound of the wheels and bolted, pulling me off balance and making me fall and pull the garbage bin down on top of me. No one got hurt, but MAN, I am glad no one was watching. That was mega-embarrassing.

Dh has memory issues. Legit short term memory issues. He uses it as an excuse all the time when he forgets to do something I ask. Which, while I think sometimes it's bs it's something I expect and if it isn't important I don't bother to remind him. But it drives me nuts that he seems to expect me to believe him on certain things. He's currently looking for his tablet. He likes to leave it charging on the kitchen counter and I move it because it's hogging one of 2 outlets that I can use in the kitchen, or because I don't want it getting damaged. When I move it I ALWAYS put it in the same spot because I hate it when he moves my stuff somewhere random and then can't remember when I ask. It's not in that spot but the charger is. And he swears up and down that he just put it in the kitchen to charge yesterday. I know for a fact that it's not true... I used the outlet yesterday for my crockpot and rice cooker... When I moved the charger I remember thinking "he can't get too mad this time... Nothing is plugged into the charger." The crock pot and rice cooker are still plugged into the outlet. I told him I'd try hard to remember where I saw it last and he says to me not to bother because he knows where it was yesterday and I should just work on remembering where I put it after moving it. I just want to yell that I didn't f-ing touch it and he shouldn't make accusations like that knowing his memory is so bad. But if I say anything at all about his bad memory he gets all upset and offended.

This is driving me crazy! It was bad enough that my DH's sex drive is below non-existant, I mean I can take care of that myself if need be, but MY sex drive has kicked into turbo gear! I have wasted many hours taking care of business, several times a day. I cannot seem to keep my hands from moved down there and rubbing; at home, in the car, at work.... I have burnt out 5-6 toys in the past 6 months! But the worst part is, now I can't 'get there'! I have been trying for the past 3 days and every time I have to give up because it's just not going to happen. I really need a big orgasm!

I have recently been diagnosed with another skin condition and as usual my mother has started her 'elimination diet/gluten free/douse yourself in coconut oil and light a match' badgering. She doesn't say or suggest all of these things to be helpful. She does it so when she finds out you aren't a vegan like she insisted in the first place she can say 'oh well you didn't listen so too bad for you.' She is the LEAST supportive person I have ever met. No scratch that, my DH is exactly like her.

TMJ. Ouch. Jaw is sore, ears hurt, my whole mouth & neck & ears are just uncomfortable. I need a muscle relaxer but I don't have any left and I don't want to go back to the doctor. Also I have cramps. *Cry* My ears hurt bad and I wanna go home. And I want a pill. And my bed. And my dog.

I love house crashers show. Except this one that's on right now. I don't like the female homeowner. I changed the channel. Petty and immature, but IDC!! I'm in such a bad mood today. And her friend was a concieted bitch.

You know, I feel bad for being snippy with dh when he asked what was wrong... Ds got into the drawers under the sink after I got out of the shower. Dh cleaned the house the other day and rearranged damn near everything. I thought it was common sense not to put things we didn't want him playing with within reach. And dh knows he can take off twist tops. Dh put a bottle of his soap in a bottle with a twist top under the sink, and ds got it ALL OVER himself. Normally I would chuckle but I just got out of the shower and all I want is to relax for 2 minutes. So I clean ds up, since dh didn't make a move to help, and go through all the stuff he put under the sink... Unconverted razors and razor cartridges galore. I put them on the counter and sit on the couch and tell him, after I've calmed down that I would appreciate it if he put everything on the counter away somewhere out of ds's reach before he got hurt. And he started sulking "I didn't know... Geeze... Cut me some slack already!" I am getting so sick of him acting like I'm the bad guy for asking him to adjust/fix some small safety hazards he's made for our son. I used to just fix it but he would continue to do it and piss me off even more.

It should be freaking illegal for grocery stores to sell moldy produce at full price. I went to buy tomatoes and they wanted $1.29 a pound for Roma tomatoes. All but four of them in the entire bin were either rotten, moldy, or both. Why would they sell that crap? It just makes the store look bad.

I have not had a cigarette since Easter Sunday! I feel like a bad-ass and I'm gonna get a new haircut! I'm gettin' bangs! I'm gonna do it! Woot!