I'm Happy with that!!

My friend, ex husband #3, John, was over visiting and we were feeling good and he came up with this next passage and I thought what a cool thought: 
     "Count my blessings"
Shelter, cheap and roomy, $100 free food a month/free phone with 250 free minutes a month;No cable-free antenna channels;
I can do whatever I want when I want; I count my blessings. 
Rich fucks can't wrap their brains around that one. They can't possibly recognise that concept; throw your watch away you won't need it! 
     Sure, I don't have a lot of money but I pretty much do what I want when I want to do it and I'm happy with that.
     Enjoy your friends while they're still here.  Enjoy nature while it's still here. 
     Do I REALLY need to work my nuts off for ever and ever and ever......Hell NO!

Disappointment

I guess I am disappointed.  Yeah, I'm disappointed.  Just when you think someone's finally got it they really don't.  I'm alone in this fight called life.  
Yes, we should be able to handle our own battles, to an extent, I was just hoping that he finally realized what I go through but I keep on going.  I was wrong.  
I don't love him any less I just know that he can't deal with it.  He can't.  That's ok. It has to be because I love him. I'm used to being alone in things.  
People say they are there but when it comes to crunch time they will do the backstroke and I find out who I can really count on, only myself. 
I hate with every being in my body being chemically sensitive.  I'm losing my spontaneity   because things have to be planned.  I hate knowing my symptoms won't get any better. My reactions are more severe.  I try things that can make me better or react to and then I don't feel very well. I'm afraid to eat, go for a walk, see my husband or leave the house.  
I hate being alone.

Oh the scroundrels I have had in my life.  A couple not scroundrels at all, just stereotyped.