I have epilepsy, my sister has epilepsy and will need brain surgery, my cousin was just diagnosed with epilepsy, and another cousin died from a epileptic seizure.

My four year old daughter, my joy, my sunshine, my love, just told me, "When I was in bed I was shaking and I wasn't trying to."

This can't be happening.

I caught my husband in a lie a few weeks ago. He tried to talk his way around it but finally came clean: he was covering for a friend who's cheating on his wife. The wife happens to be one of my best friends. I sat with the news for a while to figure out whether DH was telling the truth or covering his own ass, and long story short, the guy IS actually cheating on his wife. I told my friend, she asked how long I'd known and I explained why I waited so long to tell her, and she's now SUPER pissed at me. Well forgive me for wanting to get the facts straight before potentially ruining a marriage!

we are having a cookout in two hours and all I want to do is curl up and go to sleep. I am looking forward to this, but I am just super tired.

I fell in love with him last night. We left our respective family parties around midnight, talked and drove till three, got woken up at 430 to purple-ish light from the east. He had driven us to this creek high on the mountain, and made sure that when he woke me up, I would have a damn good view of the sunrise. How sweet was that?

I just told off a woman at Wal Mart and it feels good.

My sister is the favorite and I hate my mother for it.

DD is with her father for the whole summer. I try to call as often as I can to talk to her. I am ashamed that sometimes I am actually relieved when no one picks up the phone because talking to my ex-husband makes me sick and uncomfortable. We have been divorced for 3 years but I still hate him with everything inside me and wish more than anything that he would just drop off the face of the Earth so that DD and I can live a normal life without him.

My son is 16 months old and I am 14 weeks pregnant. I just cut my thumb bad. I felt faint, had to sit down, then puked. If I react this way with my own cuts, how will I be when my kids hurt themselves??

OMG it's July 5. That means Christmas and DDs b-day are less than 6 months away. Fuck fuck fuck. I hate having to think about presents and what to get for who and sending out Christmas cards and then in the middle of all that getting invitations out on time, getting things ordered, buying decorations and presents and making sure everything is in order for a b-day party. Oh, and this year, hubby will be in paramedic school (on top of still working a full time job) for it all so I will really be doing alllll alloooonnee. *cry*

Last night was just another example of how my husband can't be bothered to spend time as a family. I took out son to the parade to watch our other son who was in the parade while (D)H sat at home. And then I sat on the beach surrounded by hundreds of other familys and couples to watch the city fireworks with my son. It was really lonely. And then he calls me a f***ing b*tch for telling him how I felt.