I never knew that's what makes Porterhouse special.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
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I never knew that's what makes Porterhouse special.
It's a T-bone steak with a filet mignon on the other side of the bone!
My Dad used to get these extra thick cut Porterhouse steaks and cook them on his grill. Sooooo good.
Having a bad day. Unloveable, unwanted, and slightly worthless. Rejection coming from all sides. I need to figure out a way to stop this from bothering me.
Putting it out there in the hopes it doesn't weigh me down anymore.
Maria, "unloveable" is just about the last word I would ever think of to describe you. I'm sorry you're having a bad day.
Maria,I don't know if it's internal or external voices making you feel that way, but whichever it is, they are COMPLETELY WRONG and can suck it, as far as I am concerned.
Totally untrue, Maria. Tough I know when you're in that funk it's hard to believe. Or you start thinking "we'll if they REALLY knew me they wouldn't say that". Also untrue...but regardless we know you well enough to know that you are a wonderful person.
You can hang out here today Maria, we'll give you lots of hugs and affirmation. You ARE lovable!
Maria, it ain't true. Trust me on this, if you sucked we would totally let you know. I have nothing but love and admiration for you. You have really set yourself on a positive path forward. Let go of anyone or anything that doesn't belong along that path with you.
It's horrible when you wake up in Bizarro World. Tomorrow will be Maria Is Awesome World.
Internal and external. Job search is barely moving along. I'm still stuck in the loop of not being sure if Rob ever really loved me. Wondering if I'm making a mistake in moving back to PA. Tired of walking into an empty house. Tired of not having anyone who will just hold me and shut out the world for a little while. Tired of everyone getting pregnant and having babies.
It's all constant reminders of what I don't have, and maybe what I never had. Yes, I do realize I have a lot of wonderful things in my life--my family, you all, my true friends--but lately I haven't been able to gain perspective like I want.