Why?

Why are the best decisions are always the hardest decisions? I recently decided to move back to where I was living a year ago. I was miserable where I was living and knew I had to go back. I guess you really aren't appreciative of what you got until you see the other side.

I hope that one of these days I get it right. Officially, 2008 and 2009 have been the worst two years of my life.

Decisions, Decisions...

I have came to a major crossroads in my life. I thought once my ex-husband was out of my life that things would get easier. No, I find myself absolutely miserable.

Where do I go from here?