Yesterday, I was given the opportunity to shoot a gun for the first time in my life. It was at a woman’s bible group I attend once a month, no less. I’m not a gun person but I’m not opposed to those that have/use them. Even for hunting. I almost chickened out but I talked myself into it. I was definitely out of my comfort zone. I’m not even sure I hit the target at all but after I shot off all the amo I knew that wasn’t going to be a newfound passion of mine. I was relieved to have done it but I’m not going to go to any gun stores and buy myself one. I can just say I did it if anyone asks. More power to those that use guns for their safety and hunting sport.
My exercising routine is going pretty well. I’m up to 32 classes at Jazzercise and I’ve been meeting my 10,000 step goal every day. Sometimes I go over it. I’m looking forward to warmer weather for outdoor walks and hikes. I haven’t had a pop for over 2 weeks now. I’m feeling better and feeling stronger so that’s good. Now I just want to see the changes in my body.
The recent drama with my husband’s side of the family now is, my sister-in-law’s husband is leaving Thursday to ‘find work’ in Milwaukee because he has a ‘cousin’ there who has a job for him. As you can see I think it’s a bunch of bull shit and so does everyone else but no one will really say anything. This guy just wants to take off and start a new life somewhere else. He just feels if he leaves his wife with family he can have a lesser guilty conscious. I don’t like the guy. I’ve never trusted him. I’m pretty sure he’s not coming back or going to have my sister-in-law come stay with him once he ‘finds work’. Months will turn into years unless he is smart enough to send her divorce papers, which he probably won’t because he won’t have the money that he’ll waste on gambling or other woman. It’s not hard to see it. Coward. And yet we are all suppose to happily celebrate him leaving tomorrow over a dinner at my husband’s dads house at 8:30pm. I won’t be going and neither will my daughter. That’s her bed time and I’m not keeping her up to say good-bye to an Uncle she hardly knows and will never see again.
My stress level goes up with this shit. And it’s only going to get worse because my sister-in-law will get needy and want to be around me all the time. I just can’t be friends with her. She is almost 20 years older than me but acts like a 16 year old, actually more like a 10 year old because she can’t ever make her own decisions and has to have someone hold her hand through everything. I’m an introvert so I can’t deal with needy adults. I’m nice and will help when needed but I’m not going to frolic with you through a field of Daisy’s and have pillow fights.
I fear for my sanity.