I realize I was given a good life, despite all the bullshit I've dealt with for the past few years, I have a good fucking life. I have two healthy parents who taught my sister and I excellent values and how to hustle for ourselves. I have a well-paying job and I'm constantly learning, even though I complain about the stress and disorganization from time to time. I live in an amazing house with extra-considerate room mates. I've built up an amazing social circle in New York just out of a few connections. I have my die-hards back in California counting the days until I'm ready to purchase a one-way ticket back to SFO.

I count my blessings.

But just when I navigate myself out of one storm there are more clouds looming in the distance.

My marriage fell apart.
Fuck. I dealt.

Ex-Mr and his chick got prego while our divorce wasn't even final.
Fine. I dealt.

The child was born and I have to witness the joy of this life through various outlets.
Ok. I'm dealing.

Now... Now everyone is currently tiptoeing around the fact that they will have to deal with this woman they have zero respect for, because she is the mother of my exes child. They're just addressing the inevitable. Eventually grudges and hard-feelings will fall by the wayside and they want me to be prepared for that.

Alright then. I saw this on the horizon. We'll take this one day at a time, no one is becoming BFFs overnight.

But, fuck...

Dear Lord, can I please catch a break?

Please? I'm honestly only built for so much, and I do it—ALL. BY. MYSELF.