Lock The Door. . . .and turn the lights down low

Diary - Entry 31

Tonight, I am listening to Josh Turner. . .

The hour is not late (11pm), but yet, I feel as if I have not slept in 'says, weeks, months or even years. . . reliving ones past is sometimes draining, oppressive and downright horrendous.  To see the choices that you made, on the path that you took, wondering if you took the right road. . .because it sure as hell was too late to turn around  and go the other way. . . too many things have happened, too many choices (good and bad) made and too many regrets on so many levels that the maze of life feels as if it will never let you out.

I am sleeping over with a girlfriend, Hugh is watching a movie with her daughter and we have had a couple of Raspberry Mojita's, while swimming in her fabulous pool with the kids.   I needed some down time, and as we have  developed a good friendship over the last 6 years ( she and I are one another's safety nets.. .), I needed to talk to someone other than me, myself and I.  It isn't often that my husband is a prick, but he was in rare form the last few days and I just had to get away from him.

I don't feel up to delving deep tonight, I have too much on my mind to thrust myself backwards, at the moment.  Needless to say, I will be somewhat less detailed than usual. . .apparently there are people that know more about my past than I do. . . .which, makes certain conversations . . . difficult at best.  This is not personal, it is just the way I feel.    Goodnight for now.