Day 2

Shitty day, shitty week, shitty next three months. Ever since my husband was deployed, I don't have much motivation to do anything. I sleep around 12 hours a day, and then eat a little, then sleep some more. Finding a job is a fucking joke too. I can't find anything to do to keep myself busy except to cook.

Last Night

Bruschetta on french bread

Today

Variety of tempura

Tomorrow

Eggs Benedict with fresh hollandaise sauce

Next Day

Steak with greek salad

I've even been trying to eat better, but I am having a hard time. Eating food is my comfort while hubs is away. I have even been trying to exercise, I just don't have the motivation.

Day 1

It's amazing that I can actually tell myself that I am married. I'm only 18, and never thought that would be me. Before the whole marriage thing, I was pretty much a slut. Why? Because I could. I guess you could call it Daddy issues. I never though me, the girl who has a new date almost every weekend, could actually settle down. Mainly I am happy to get out of the hell hole which was my life in Atlanta, Georgia.

I haven't figured out why I am doing this yet.