2015 Can Kiss My A**

*Warning: language alert*  If you are offended by swearing, don’t read any further but do read this article.

Goodbye 2015. I fucking hated you and you were the worst year of my life.

2015 was filled with loss – not just our angel babies but also family members and friendships. It was a year of immense heartbreak.

There were issues, challenges and changes at work and the latter half of the year saw the constant worry of layoffs.

There were situations with our families in various forms that tested the relationships and while some have survived, others have not.

Our circle of friends has struggled too – with layoffs, family issues, illness and more. Consequently, we have struggled with how to be there for them when we are barely managing to look after ourselves.

Our vacations, Christmas and New Year’s were all tainted by “what should have been” or by the miscarriages happened days before we left.

We both hit rock bottom.  It took different forms but for me, 2015 broke me.  It beat me down and 2015 has changed me.  I feel as though I no longer have the mental strength or resilience to manage anymore.  I received a kind note from a former colleague who was sorry to hear of our recent challenges through reading our blog.  He said “You’re a light to all those who know you…a spark plug of energy, and it is infectious.”  I laughed out loud.  I barely remember that version of myself and I doubt anyone would say that now.  How sad.

Please don’t be one of those people that comment and say “be thankful for what you have” or “there had to be some good things that happened” or “at least you have your health/job/insert something you think I should be grateful for”.  You didn’t live my life and I didn’t live yours.  Of course there are people out there who are suffering and who have it “worse” than I do.  My hubby and I chose to deal with that by giving very generously to the organizations that help those people and we have made a point of doing so this year.

But their problems don’t make my problems go away and it doesn’t change the fact I still hate 2015.  It was a terrible year.

Tomorrow will bring a new year, a new day and some new revelations and resolutions.

Until then, 2015 you can kiss my ass good-bye.

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “2015 Can Kiss My A**

  1. Good riddance 2015! May it remain the reigning worst year of your life, never to be rivalled by another! You have earned the right to swear whenever the fancy strikes you, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Sending big hugs and lots of wishes your way for a 2016 that brings new light and hope to you.  

    Liked by 2 people

  2. I know exactly what you mean. I hate when people say “look on the bright side” or “you’re so lucky that you have abc”. Like you have no right to feel the way you do. No. Just because their pain is not your pain does not make it any less valid. You have been through so much and no one can say or do anything to make it less than what it is. All I want to say is I’m so sorry for your losses and your struggles. May 2016 bring you hope and many happy blessings! X

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I hate when people try to make you feel better (or really just shut you up) by pointing out that someone has it worse than you. If I was saying how great my life was and how lucky I was you wouldn’t argue that I’m not just because someone out there has it even better. My experience is not invalid bc of someone else’s experience.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I am so sorry to hear your story. I just clicked over from another blog and am just getting into it into it. Thank you for sharing. And I aslo say FUCK YOU to 2015. Hopefully 2016 is not as shitty (or I’ll just care less that it sucks).

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s