Girl Missunderstood

Why is it that when something ends new beginnings come? You spend 14 years of your life caring for, loving someone then one day without notice bam they take it all away? Why do humans spend so much time hurting each other? Animals don't behave like it so why do we?
This question I will never answer. I gave my all shared my heart shared my life but what really was the point?
Guilt drives others to lay blame at ur door when u know it wasn't u, ur belongings are lost forever but how is this fair? U purchased them you own them so why can't u have them after the end has come?
No marriage certificate he gets it all plus the new woman he cheated on u with. Why is this fair? Innocence doesn't mean much the guilty always succeed. So what does one do? Have a new beginning that may appeal but the hurt of the past sticks or keep the previous and hope new things apease?
How do u decide? Does ur heart really stop hurting and allow u to forget?
Ah the new beginning a challenge but worth it.

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What is it that puts the need for spring cleaning and disorder into your normal everyday life when your mother says she is going to visit?
You, hire a skip, throw absolutely anything that looks at you in the bin, hoover over and over, even manage a quick carpet clean, the toilet gets a massive going over so your image shows in the bowl, dogs are groomed and washed, cutlery, dishes washed till perfection, and airfreshner becomes your best friend..
All this for one weeks visit.
You get the phone call... "I'm coming to visit, will be there in a few weeks".. Immediately your mind goes into "oh my God" mode, and the cleaning begins. What can be thrown out, is, what can be cleaned and made to sparkle, becomes new looking, new sheets, towels, toilet paper is brought, and dusting takes place. Every tiny bit of your house becomes the dirtiest part of the house, and only you can see the dirt particles massing up on the floor and walls.
Two days before arrival, you go into panic dash mode, finishing off all the tiny bits, getting things ready for the arrival of the one person you know will see every single bit of the house the first second she walks in the door.
The front lawn is mowed, windows washed, carport cleaned out, and front door mat replaced, with the obigilatory flowerpot filled with glorious lavenders, allowing that welcome calming scent.
You just want it all to be perfect, but why?
Why does the opinion of your parents always make you feel warn out and inadequate? Why is it, when they visit, you run around like a headless chook, trying to make everything perfect?
Day of arrival, you're up early, going around the house doing last minute checks, head off to the airport, and pray nothing, not a mouse, or a small bug makes some sort of mess before you get home.
You finally arrive back, and walk through the door, fingers crossed, and ready to take their minds away from the tiny dust they can see with a good cup of coffee..
Ahh the visit of parents, you can't do without it, wouldn't want to do without it, and are glad when it's over..
So now, this house cleaning freak of a lady, is off to make a mess hehe kidding...
Happy blogging :)

Why is it that when the weekend arrives, it seems to go faster than the week? One minute your out partying, having fun, shopping etc, next minute it's Sunday, the shops are shut and you stuck inside wondering what to do?
Sunday's seem to always go way too fast... Before you know it, it's the afternoon, then night and you're off to bed ready to face the working week once again.. Has noone told Sunday that it's meant to take it slow???
Today, I've got to clean the house.. Mother's they always surprise visit you, just when the house looks like the Tazmanian Devil went through it three or four times...
Have got the skip, the garbage bags all at the ready, now just gotta find the motivation to start.
It's always the way, you look at the clutter and then sit back down to ponder which part you will start with first. Only problem is make a coffee, grab your laptop and the clutter sits and looks at you, until eventually it's too late to get started.. Or is that just me?? with the "I'll do it tomorrow" sentence...
Thankfully it's not too hot today, and there's a breeze coming through, so I can put the dogs outside, so as not to run them over with the vacuum..
Oh to be Samantha, twitch my nose and have it all done for me.. Wouldn't that just be awesome. Think of all the time and hard work you would save?
As always, the other part of the house, has gone out for the day, meaning cleaning is down to you, and you alone.. Have thought about teaching my dogs to do it, but at present they don't seem that interested. Just running through the mess on the floor..
Ah Sunday, the day of running around cleaning, pulling your hair out and wishing Monday would never come...