Things are so expensive here and I go to the States a couple of times a year.
Baby’s shopping list:
Going to J Crew for basics.
J Crew sweaters, the long open black cashmere cardigan. I need it. It is black. Black merino wool sweater. Black.
Black lingerie. Simone Perele bra. Black undies. Black Wolford solid tights.
Baby needs a new bag. Black leather.
Sevens-Black cigarette jeans. Maybe a dark denim too.
Turquoise ring. Huge. To replace the one I lost.
Something for Boss’ Birthday.
Baby’s dream list:
Those David Yurman earrings that stole my heart. Maybe I can convince my aunt to open another credit card for those earrings. It is her fault I fell in love with them.
Two pairs of boots. Prada. Fryes.
Excited for shopping, pow wow and jewelry!!
This past weekend I was torn down: I was disrespected, I was called disgusting, I was called an alcoholic, and I was called a terrible influence to my younger sister, among other things.
This past weekend I finally figured something out: my mother is a toxic person. She attacks me out of no where or if I call her out on her disrespectful behaviour towards me. I am now realizing that I must treat her like a sick person because she is mentally unhealthy. Despite my anger and urge to tear her apart, I bit my tongue. I walked outside and calmed myself down. While outside I made this realization: I have to get away from toxic people.
I made the decision that I am not going to be toxic. I am not going to let toxic people tear me down. I’ll walk with my head high because I know who I am; I’m intelligent, layered and compassionate.