After a shitty work week, Saturday I headed off to get my taxes done, to find out that I may owe all this money because of the money I received as settlement from the division of assets, where my ex got to keep the house and I walked off with an amount that was due to credit cards, mostly for things bought for the fking house.

Needless to say, my taxes are still not completed pending a phone call to the IRS.

I didn't accomplish anything that I wanted to do. Today I got some laundry done, but virtually none of the cleaning, and none of the work I brought home to finish. Oh, I did manage to watch 1 1/2 episodes of Rome.

And is this all? Not by far. My weekend had to end up with another kick in the gut (and yes, I did puke too).

After much thinking, my BF decided that it be best to break up, and that our goals and priorities are just too different. I knew this was coming, I went through the scenario in my head, but still, it HURTS so much!!! So it's official, we are not together anymore. He said he is going to distance himself for a while, and then would like to be friends. I don't think I can do that.

I'm at an all time low.

My dad is gone, my partner left, my financial status is uncertain and my faith in a God is also faded away.

I have to think about the good things in my life, my mother says. My child is healthy, while others are crying by the bedside of their cancer stricken kid.

I know there are good things around, but the fogg is too deep to see through it.