I know I must seem crazy to others.
I sound crazy to myself.
It wasn't about trying to make myself feel better
cuz it didn't.
or about not really caring
cuz I do.
It's just that this weekend really sucked.
Like Really.
So I bought myself a bike.
It makes sense in my head.
Kind of.
My sweet husband was super supportive of anything I needed and told me to not even worry about the price.
Which was good, cuz I didn't care.
Lucky for him it was a whopping $89 bucks.
I walked in, grabbed it off the shelf without even looking at other bikes.
I never do that.
I always look into what might be better, then shop for the best price.
I just needed that bike now.
The bike doesn't even mean anything really.
Other than maybe being an escape.
Escape from my feelings
and from reality.
I haven't even ridden it.
When i bought it, I had every intention of getting on and riding it till I couldn't anymore,
but I still haven't even left the driveway.
Reality is still here.
And I'm still hurting.
Maybe it'll help once my trailer gets here and I can put my two cute kids in it and we can go enjoy life.
