Life of an Anxious Chick

Breakups, they really are the worst.  And breakups after you're thirty, the worst of the worst.  I am currently 2 days post break-up.  So on comes the landslide of sappy love songs, motivational quotes, f-you quotes and lots and lots of tears, anger and confusion.  And to add to horror of it all, we still live together.  Yes folks, as if the constant fighting, the back and forth, and all that goes with it wasn't bad enough, we've now entered a new hell. I know I'm not the first to go through this, but I wish I could ask someone the rules.  Do we talk or not talk?  Is everything separate now, like food?  Do we tell each other where we're going when we leave the house or is something like only reserved for being 'together'?  This is all so confusing. So why not just go stay at a friend or family member's house or something?  If only.  But unfortunately my dog is more tasmanian devil than dog so most people would not be so patient....

Hello! I've never written a blog before or really anything other than of course what was required for school. So bear with me! I'm intending this blog to just be focused on my interpretation of life and not really one specific topic. I always seem to have stuff going on so it will probably jump around a lot. I'm also using this as a therapeutic tool to get out some of the junk that I have whirling around my head out. So if no one reads this or I obtain thousands of followers, either is ok by me. A little about the writer (by the way, so far this feels extremely narcissistic and it feels awkward so I hope no one else reading this feels the same!) I'm 31 and work as a home health aide. I'm also divorced, going on 3 years now and had 1 daughter out of that marriage and unfortunately she was stillborn. Ten years ago, I would have never  imagined I'd be where I am today. Ten years ago I was engaged and even though I had NO idea what I was going to do with my life...