Well…. the struggle continues.

I filled my happy pill prescription, took my first one last night. And less than 30 minutes after that, my doorbell rang. Someone asked if I had a black and white cat…. my son put him outside because the little female we have is in heat and they were crying at each other through closed doors.

You guessed it… Tux got hit by a car and died last night. I’m telling you, I’m tired of this BS. I’m getting mad…  Life needs to find someone else to pick on, I’m done. Soooooo freaking done! I feel like my life is an awful country song.

Worst of all is I told my son, he’s a black and white cat. I don’t want him outside, especially at night, he’s too hard to see and mentioned that I was worried about him getting hit.

At least someone came to let me know before he got ran over repeatedly. We got him picked up and put in a box, now I’m trying to find a way to bury him and a place to do it. I’ll deal with it tomorrow.. or something. I should do it today and get it over with before having to deal with it on a work day, but I’m struggling with it.


Published by: Kawanee Hamilton

Kawanee was born in Alexandria Louisiana but her first real memories are of Russellville Arkansas. She's always loved to read, and has always had an vivid imagination. She grew up in a house where almost everyone read, they didn't need a TV although she could still be found planted on her butt in front of her grandma's TV watching cartoons on Saturday mornings. She made up her first story with her mother when her cat died; it was about where pets go when they die. She continued to create stories from bad dreams she had and her dad would help her change nightmares to stories. They would sit up in a chair until the scary went away. He told her that: "Dreams, good or bad, are just stories your mind makes up. You are the author of your dreams; if you don't like them rewrite them. " She was hooked and has continued to read and write stories drawing from dreams, sights and just pure imagination. She just recently decided she'd like to try and get published and fail than wonder what if. Her story continues but where it goes from here is up to you, the Reader... She hopes you'll join her in finding out where her journey goes from here!

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7 thoughts on “Well…. the struggle continues.”

  1. Ah, no – so sorry to hear this. As you say, at least somebody came to tell you, and you know what happened to him. I pray your life will turn around soon and start to improve. In the meantime, I’m sure the happy pills will help you to cope.

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