In honor of his 13th birthday, I took Alec to the movies. We went to see "The Forgotten". About 20 minutes in to the movie, he had to go to the bathroom. He got up to go and tripped over my leg. I made some sort of "I'm in excruciating pain" sound that startled the girls behind us. He was very apologetic and I urged him to move on. He went to the restroom and I broke out into a pain induced sweating episode. After that past, I found myself freezing to death and trembling.

I've been fighting back the tears for about two hours now - waiting for him to go to bed. I know they are just going to spill out. I've been holding them back for weeks. I'm a tough girl. I can get through this. Right? 

This has been such a test for me! I feel so trapped. Before I broke my ankle, I drove 7,000 miles in two months. I spent hours organizing and cleaning things. I went to the health club every day and worked out for an hour or more. I cooked meals. I managed to find my way to several of Jim's gigs.

Now, my simple life is unraveling. It's like there was a loose thread hanging from the fabric of my life and someone or something decided to pull on it. Instead of just cutting it off with a pair of scissors, they keep pulling and pulling. Slowly unraveling my world....

Who ever is responsible for this should know that I'm not a quitter. No matter what you throw at me, I'm going to get up and move forward. Granted I'm moving a little slow these days, but it's just a matter of time.

Wow...this post is like a major pity party for me. It's almost to pathetic to post. Somebody smack me...