Send me an angel...
This is quite a nasty storm we got over here today!
The streets are flooded. I didn't even try to venture out of the house. I've been hiding out from hoomans.
Remember this strange post? I'm literally fighting myself because I definitely saw something that wasn't quite human.
Thursday, I was prepared to toss DH to his parents. We had the monster truck rally of fights. My mom begged me not to throw him out. DH has the yiddishkiet bug now and since I want no part of it right now; I figured that was the best course of action.
Then I had a seizure because I was majorly angered. I slept on and off. Meanwhile, DH prayed to Hashem that he would die in his sleep since he felt he was no longer useful and he hurt me too much. Then da hubster just asked Hashem to help us because he didn't know what to do anymore.
We went for a late night shopping trip to Pathmark. Why would I see someone walking out of the library and locking up at 3 AM? Then this person said hello to me and I said hello back. But DH didn't see him. I figured that he wasn't paying attention as usual.
Then I saw this person again on the boardwalk on the way back from market. DH saw him too. He wasn't a ghost; but he wasn't human either. Why do I say this? Because I didn't see his feet plus he smelled like roses. (too long to explain that one...if someone knows plop it in the comments please?)
So he chatted with DH and I for a few minutes. His name was Michael. Of course we talked about the New York mag thing because everybody has been talking about it. He asked the typical "why do you want to convert?" question. He told me that I was over-thinking the conversion thing; I'm using someone else's approach that is antithetical to me. Then he told me a specific place to go to in BK. A typical 4AM boardwalk conversation. Then we went our separate ways. I turned around and he disappeared.
Anyone who has ever been on the boardwalk knows you can see people at least 5 - 8 blocks ahead. He literally disappeared.
I hate it when these things happen to me. Now I feel like I just got a draft notice to go to war.
Why did Hashem make me a freak of nature?
WHY????????
The streets are flooded. I didn't even try to venture out of the house. I've been hiding out from hoomans.
Remember this strange post? I'm literally fighting myself because I definitely saw something that wasn't quite human.
Thursday, I was prepared to toss DH to his parents. We had the monster truck rally of fights. My mom begged me not to throw him out. DH has the yiddishkiet bug now and since I want no part of it right now; I figured that was the best course of action.
Then I had a seizure because I was majorly angered. I slept on and off. Meanwhile, DH prayed to Hashem that he would die in his sleep since he felt he was no longer useful and he hurt me too much. Then da hubster just asked Hashem to help us because he didn't know what to do anymore.
We went for a late night shopping trip to Pathmark. Why would I see someone walking out of the library and locking up at 3 AM? Then this person said hello to me and I said hello back. But DH didn't see him. I figured that he wasn't paying attention as usual.
Then I saw this person again on the boardwalk on the way back from market. DH saw him too. He wasn't a ghost; but he wasn't human either. Why do I say this? Because I didn't see his feet plus he smelled like roses. (too long to explain that one...if someone knows plop it in the comments please?)
So he chatted with DH and I for a few minutes. His name was Michael. Of course we talked about the New York mag thing because everybody has been talking about it. He asked the typical "why do you want to convert?" question. He told me that I was over-thinking the conversion thing; I'm using someone else's approach that is antithetical to me. Then he told me a specific place to go to in BK. A typical 4AM boardwalk conversation. Then we went our separate ways. I turned around and he disappeared.
Anyone who has ever been on the boardwalk knows you can see people at least 5 - 8 blocks ahead. He literally disappeared.
I hate it when these things happen to me. Now I feel like I just got a draft notice to go to war.
Why did Hashem make me a freak of nature?
WHY????????