I'll be the first person to tell you I'm insecure. Not in all ways but it some ways, I always worry about what people are seeing when I walk across a room. Do they see me wobble and think I've had too much to drink, when in reality it's just a bad MS day. Believe me when I drink too much, you'll know.
I worry that the people I care about don't love me as much as I love them but I'm too insecure to ask.
But I mainly wonder over other peoples insecurities. I see people who should be enjoying a marriage to someone they've obsessed over for years and they slowly tear the relationship apart because they worry about the things you shouldn't worry about. If you love someone who has a passion for something, be it art, politics, music, either except that it will always be a part of their life or move on with yours. Don't drag someone down into your pit of despair because of the fear in your heart.
I would rather watch someone I love do the things they love even if it means less time with them than watch them change into a bitter person because I wouldn't give them the freedom to be who they really are.
Oh and by the way do these jeans make me look fat?
This week has sucked major balls. Husband in car wreck thanks to a shitty Tampa driver texting & not paying attention, Cat having shit fits every night ...