Here we go again

I always bellyache about how much I hate September.  Most people don't get it, or think I'm exaggerating.  I don't think anyone realizes the impact that this month has on my life.  I wish I understood why, maybe the planets align just so.  Maybe I was born with a certain something in my house or my moon was rising in such a way to make it necessary that every September, the universe cleans house or affects major change in my life.  I don't know the reason, I only know the truth of it.  I. HATE. SEPTEMBER.

Well, this year was no different.  And what kills me is that I can never let my guard down because I can never see the trouble coming ahead of time... it comes SWIFTLY.  Usually a BAM!  Out of nowhere.  For example, yesterday things were fine and then in a number of minutes I can count on my hand, I found myself yelling, "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!"  and hanging up the phone, which has led to 24 hours of trouble that lead me to fully believe I will be breaking up with Paul and becoming single again by the end of the weekend.  Maybe even by the end of the day.

You know what's funny?  Just a matter of days ago, I found myself thinking, "you know, what am I waiting for?  He's a good man.  Maybe you should at least move in together.  It would be so good for everyone involved."

HAHAHAHAAHA!  See what happens when I let my guard down?  I turn stupid!  There is ALWAYS another shoe that is going to drop.

BOOM!  Happy?  Not anymore!

Up yours September.

xoxo veronica

**UPDATE**

Okay, so he's going to make it through the weekend.  We'll see what happens.  I'm waiting & seeing.  First step?  He's bringing me food because I made a passing comment that I wanted a cheeseburger.  Yep, I like this making up stuff.