I don’t know how much longer I can take having this fucking writers block. I have a book a gifted my which was gifted to me full of writing prompts to stir my creativity up to see what I end up writing from the starters they provide. Well, I can’t use it because I gifted it to him and he don’t live with me no more. Sure I coud tell him to bring it with him next time he stops by but the chances he’ll actually remember are slim to none. I keep throwing hint to my husband about needing my own space for my non-profit business I started. But that too seems to be unheard. He really hears but chooses to use the male selective hearing and then doesn’t acknowledge me instead only saying he hears me or he knows because I’ve been telling him about it over and over again. I’m not repeatedly telling him as a reminder, I’m repeatedly telling him so he’ll do something about it. So far though he hasn’t caught on to that. And if he has he ain’t showing shit that he knows what I’m saying.
His phone has been ringing off the hook all morning and I know a few calls were for me. The last call was my daughter asking if we’d watch Lukah for a couple hours and I heard him ask if she wanted him to come wake me up to ask. Of course I know she said yes because not 2 seconds after hanging up with her he came right back here to do just that. Lil did he know I was awake already sitting up in bed rubbing the headache in my temples away before it even comes full throttle. I hate having high blood pressure man.
I’ve got old people cooties you guys.
I used to do the, ‘circle, circle, dot, dot, now I’ve got my cootie shot’ everytime I was touched with the cooties from boys or bullies. If it would only work for me now. I wonder all it would cure, lol.
I know she’s more than likely on her way so I’ll post this and hopefully I can find some recovery related prompts to jump start a creative writing piece. That would be nice to get my mind out of this fucking rut. Hell, who knows? Maybe having my grandson over will accomodate me as well.
God Bless you guys, much love.