I don’t even really know what to say.
I haven’t been on here in forever. I’m mostly on Instagram now, if you want to follow me there.
Last week I went to meet my team for lunch and my car wouldn’t start. Like, no noise. Nothing. Apparently newer cars don’t make the noise that I link to a dead battery trying to turn over because they are trying to protect the electronics?
I just started crying. I had to call roadside assistance, at my house. They called a tow and when the guy got there, he tested the battery and it was at an 8, when 11.8 is needed to start your car on a “cold crank.”
I immediately drove it to the dealership and just dropped it off for them to fix it whenever they could get to it. The dang car isn’t even 2.5 years old. This is crazy.
But, yes. I just broke down crying. Because there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t jump my car. I didn’t know what was wrong. And I have no one to turn to and say, babe, can you look at my car? Or can you drive me to the dealership?
Thank goodness for my parents.
I’m normally very much ‘women can do anything’ but at that point, I just really wanted to be in a relationship. I wanted someone to lean on. I wanted to not have every single responsibility on my shoulders.
It’s hard. There’s no way around it. I’m not saying one side of the fence is better than the other, but it would be nice to not have to go through life alone and have someone to lean on, support me and I, them.
I don’t really have a point to this. I guess I just feel like RBI’s is a good place to brain dump everything I’m thinking.
Here’s hoping my future is bright, happy and has a partner in life I can call my husband.








