LCB Confessional April 13
Happy Monday!
The submissions continue to be opinions, or just venting, and not confessions.
A confession would be, “I am leaving my husband, I haven’t told anyone yet..” not, “[insert rodeo/event name] and complain..
So anyway, here are the few “confessions” or closer to confessions, that I received.
The following does not reflect the views or opinions of Lipstick and Cowboy Boots.
-I destroyed a pizza last night. My body doesn’t do well with cheese, wish me luck today!
-Sometimes I wish my MIL was not in the picture. She puts such a strain on my relationship with her son
-I think I have met my wife, I need her to dump her boyfriend. (is this the same person writing in every week..?)
-I cheat on my taxes
-I went through a big lifequake this past year and it’s been overwhelming and terrifying, but also transformative and necessary. Starting a new chapter is a mixed bag of emotions. I’ve never craved a simple life and the feeling of being settled more and cannot wait to get there again. I know I will. It just takes time. Happy Sunday LCB community <3
-I think my friend stays in a relationship so she can rope off his horses.
-Sometimes when I sleep over at my boyfriends house I like to snoop through his parents stuff and see what I can walk out of there with.
-My coworker is sleeping with my boss. Both are married to people in another department. As far as I know, nobody else knows but I caught them at the park 2 weeks ago. After dark.
-I personally am so happy with how my gelding is doing, but get down on myself when I see where others 3 year olds are. Comparison is the thief of joy.
-I work hard and give my best in everything I do, but it sometimes feels like it’s still not enough to earn my in-laws’ approval. That doesn’t mean I’m not proud of what I’ve accomplished, just wish they were.
-I had more conversations with my dog than with people this weekend.
-Thinking I could change a team roper for the better was the #1 biggest mistake I’ve made so far.
-I know moving cities could change our lives so much for the better but it terrifies me.
-I still occasionally talk to my therapist about being picked on at high school rodeos… I’m in my thirties
