It’s Just Me

The legs on my desk have been causing me problems for a long time. The desk holds two computers and this wooden organizer that is pretty heavy. The legs wiggled a lot and you had to have the desk pushed up against the wall but it would still wiggle. With the last move the legs were really messed up and it was driving me nuts.

Tonight when my husband found me under the desk crying he just rubbed my head and told me it was ok… just let it go… just let it out. He knew it wasn’t about the desk. I swore it was and he offered to take me to get new legs. I got new pretty legs, stronger legs and I put it all back together again.

It wasn’t the desk.

I was broken and I’m still pretty fragile. I had my legs knocked out from under me and I’m still trying to find them. At least I made it through without anymore scars.

I’ll be around….