{"id":2853,"date":"2015-03-18T08:10:27","date_gmt":"2015-03-18T15:10:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2853"},"modified":"2015-03-18T08:10:27","modified_gmt":"2015-03-18T15:10:27","slug":"just-broken","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=2853","title":{"rendered":"just broken"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>after a few days of trying to hold it together i am ready to just let it all go.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not something we talk about because&#8230;it&#8217;s just not what we do. \u00a0Everyone thinks I &#8216;overshare&#8217; or I am some extrovert but the truth is, I was raised in a family with alcoholics and we are fiercely private about our lives. \u00a0Living in a small town growing up you know not to open your mouth and tell anyone your secrets.<\/p>\n<p>holding it together is getting a little bit harder ever single day though.<\/p>\n<p>We don&#8217;t let people see our weaknesses either. We never ask for help because that usually just comes back to haunt us&#8230;which it has twice in the past week. \u00a0I ask for advice and that information gets spread to someone who has a huge fucking mouth and is now spreading MY family secrets to people that have no right knowing. \u00a0The other time I ask for help&#8230;to be held after something very traumatic and It gets turned around on me that I should have known what I was getting into. \u00a0Never again will I ask for help. \u00a0Never again will someone see me weak and scared.<\/p>\n<p>i&#8217;m holding it together for my kids. for my brothers and sister who are fighting this battle along side of me. the difference&#8230;they have someone they can turn to and cry and tell their secret fears and know their secret is safe. \u00a0 me though&#8230;i&#8217;m holding this one in all by myself. \u00a0NO ONE will see these tears.<br \/>\nwith every phone call and update I hold it together. \u00a0In the quiet hours I have to myself I don&#8217;t let my mind wander to the past when things were alright and we all use to laugh and think about what the future has in store for us&#8230;but sometimes it does and It takes my breath away and I weep.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m holding it together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after a few days of trying to hold it together i am ready to just let it all go. It&#8217;s not something we talk about because&#8230;it&#8217;s just not what we do. \u00a0Everyone thinks I &#8216;overshare&#8217; or I am some extrovert but the truth is, I was raised in a family with alcoholics and we are fiercely private about our lives. \u00a0Living in a small town growing up you know not to open your mouth and tell anyone your secrets. holding it together is getting a little bit harder ever single day though. We don&#8217;t let people see our weaknesses either. We never ask for help because that usually just comes back to haunt us&#8230;which it has twice in the past week. \u00a0I ask for advice and that information gets spread to someone who has a huge fucking mouth and is now spreading MY family secrets to people that have no right knowing. \u00a0The other time I ask for help&#8230;to be held after something very traumatic and It gets turned around on me that I should have known what I was getting into. \u00a0Never again will I ask for help. \u00a0Never again will someone see me weak and scared. i&#8217;m holding it together for my kids. for my brothers and sister who are fighting this battle along side of me. the difference&#8230;they have someone they can turn to and cry and tell their secret fears and know their secret is safe. \u00a0 me though&#8230;i&#8217;m holding this one in all by myself. \u00a0NO ONE will see these tears. with every phone call and update I hold it together. \u00a0In the quiet hours I have to myself I don&#8217;t let my mind wander to the past when things were alright and we all use to laugh and think about what the future has in store for us&#8230;but sometimes it does and It takes my breath away and I weep. &nbsp; I&#8217;m holding it together.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2853","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-random"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2853","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2853"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2853\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2854,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2853\/revisions\/2854"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2853"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2853"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2853"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}