Brae. A gay woman's tale!

I am awaiting my new sofa… should be here in a month.

I’ve decided to get rid of my chairs… although it was just one of the excuses my ex used to justify her behaviour… she used my armchairs to claim she felt unwanted. To be honest I can’t look at them now without them reminding me of her… so they need to go.

I’m going to have a shuffle around in the living room to. Might even have the living room, my bedroom and hall redecorated in the New year… but I need to save up for that!

This is my new sofa…

I’m tired.

I’m tired trying when my actions or words are twisted to fit someone else’s agenda or to cover their own bad behaviour.

I’m tired of the bullshit, the lies, the outside influences and those who think a pair of open legs is love.

I’m tired of women who say they are one thing and yet turn out to be the complete opposite.

I’m tired of women who think fun is found in a bottle.

I’m tired of women who think a relationship should be all fireworks, no matter how shallow.

I’m tired of being someone who suddenly becomes no one.

I’m tired of trying hard, of trying to be heard, only to be dismissed or ignored.

I’m tired of not being appreciated for the little things.

I’m just fucking tired.