I Divorced my Best Friend

We've all heard that your spouse should be your best friend. That you should be friends and lovers and partners. "Marry someone that is your best friend" is wonderful advice doled out by so many.

Save the Drama fo yo Mama!

I want to start off by apologizing for the negativity. I try really hard to keep a positive air about myself and not to bring others down. But in this case, I am tired of standing idly by. This is my life and I choose to live it my way. 

-Rachael 

This definition is from Urban Dictionary. It makes me laugh, but is so true! 

Drama:

A way of relating to the world in which a person consistently overreacts to or greatly exaggerates the importance of benign events.

Typically "drama" is used by people who are chronically bored or those who seek attention.

People who engage in "drama" will usually attempt to drag other people into their dramatic state, as a way of gaining attention or making their own lives more exciting.

Common warning signs/ risk factors of drama or a dramatic person are:

1. Having one supposedly serious problem after another.

2. Constantly telling other people about one's problems.

3. Extreme emotionality or frequently shifting, intense emotions.

4. Claiming to have experienced negative events that are highly implausible.

5. A boring job or mundane life.

6. Making claims without sufficient evidence or a lack of detail about supposedly serious events.

7. A pattern of irrational behavior and reactions to everyday problems.

I have problems. I struggle daily. I battle with emotional problems, health issues, weight loss/gain, marital, maternal and job struggles. But most people don't know about them. I am not the type of person to drag others into my drama. I do not feed on it. I do not need drama in my life to survive. 

And I'm pretty damn tired of people trying to bring me down with theirs. If you don't have anything nice to say... SAY NOTHING. If putting me down, dragging my name through the mud and making up lies about me makes you feel better about yourself, I feel sorry for you. I feel absolutely sad for people that have nothing better to do than live a lie. 

That is all. 

SAVE. THE. DRAMA. FO. YO. MAMA. 

DISCLAIMER:

This is not about a singular or particular person. This has been on my mind for a while. I just got the time and gumption to do it. BUT - if the shoe fits, lace it up and wear it. 

What Happens When I Try to Write Blogs!

Today, I learned a few things that I wanted to blog about. The thing is, I'm not a good blogger. My blogs are not very well thought through, they are compulsive, they are written within minutes of deciding I have something to say. 
I tried writing like Sister. I tried making notes and pulling references. I tried thinking it through. Then I sat down to write and started to blog. 
One started great, then I lost my train of though. <DELETE>
One had great thought behind it, but I couldn't stay off the rabbit trails. <DELETE>
Then I took a selfie and sent it to Sister "look who's blogging" - bull.

An Uphill Battle

I've been overweight most of my life. I've struggled with my weight as long as I can remember. As I've shared before, I let my struggle become an obsession which led to some dangerous and unhealthy addictions. Confessions of Former Addict: The Scale No Longer Defines Me

7 Days

Monday, June 17, 2013: 

I took an at home pregnancy test. It was positive. After eight months of trying and three months of hormone treatments, I was PREGNANT! June 17th was an exciting day :) I made a few phone calls and told a few of my most favorite people. But I didn't tell my husband.

I'm Proud Enough to Do THIS:

From the time I started forming memories until I was 20 years old, I was SKINNY.