This past Sunday I went to the National Gallery of Art to see what kind of art I want to get for my condo.I’m glad that I went because it livened up my spirits in an
< ![endif]–>indescribable way. Of course I can’t afford the pieces of art there, but I can afford the prints of them.This is the list that I have come up with.
For the foyer, I want Picasso’s “Absinthe Drinker”
For the living room, I want Sargent’s “Walking in Venice”
For the reading nook, I want Picasso’s “Woman with Book”
For the main bathroom, Picasso’s “The Lesson.”It reminds me of my two children.
For my room, Sargent’s “Repose” and Matisse’s “La Coiffure”
For the dining room, Toulouse-Latrec’s “The Ambassadeurs”
I think I’ll be happier having beautiful art around me.
This past week has been hell, but I guess I have finally hit the bottom. I now feel 65% better. I do not have the sad feelings that I had before. I have promised myself that I am no longer going to have my happiness in someone else’s hands. If I need to be more detached, then so be it because I do not want to feel the way I felt. It felt like I was going to faint at any second, and I didn’t recognize myself. L. and I talked, and I think we reached a breakthrough. We’ll see how long it lasts. I just know that I can’t put myself through this again. I won’t allow it.
Now I’m listening to Abba and getting ready to heat up the enchiladas I made last night.
Stress is killing me.I don’t know how to let things go, or let go of people who are bad for me.I feel pathetic saying this, but I have started taking antidepressant medicine because I cant’ seem to want to get out of bed anymore.
Yesterday was horrible.L. confessed about something that happened with this guy she was dating.I couldn’t believe it.I mean, I could because I had my suspicions.She is self sabotaging, and I don’t know if I have the energy to help her anymore.She hurts herself because I think she doesn’t think she deserve happiness, and she hurts others in the process.She is constantly hurting me, and I think that this might be the last time I forgive her. I really don’t know what to do anymore.Crazy doesn’t even describe me right now.
Betrayal is one of the worst feelings to feel. It is right up there with grief, pain, and loss. I honestly feel like my heart has been ripped open. The sad thing is that I allow this person to continuously do this to me over and over again. It feels like I have been crying since I met that person. Here are some of my favorite quotes dealing with betrayal:
One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though … betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope. – Steven Deitz
Betrayal is the only truth that sticks. – Arthur Miller
Betrayal is about learning not to idealize external sources. – Linda Talley
We have to distrust each other. It is our only defense against betrayal – Tennessee Williams
Trust can take years to build, but only a second to break. - Unknown
And I believe love should be like this Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116:
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
I’m a lot like Marianne from “Sense and Sensbility.” Maybe that is my problem. I need to get over this. I need to continue to focus on my children and myself. I was glad I could speak to my sister today. She is right. I am strong, and I will get through this.