Crazy Panty-Less Diaries

 Hello to my gorgeous readers! I have been on a tiny break due to a death in my family. My boyfriend lost his second grandmother in less than six months of losing his first grandmother all during this COVID life (both Nonna's did not pass from COVID). As if this year could not get any worse, it does. It is truly amazing how much one person can take until their body just can't take any more.  My Boyfriends family is Italian like mine so we share a lot of the same traditions. Italian funerals are usually extravagant. Tons of flowers, line ups of people coming to give respects. Our "normal" process of a death takes up to three days. Two days consists of the family coming to the funeral home, and spends all day there receiving peoples condolences/respects. Then the third day is the funeral. If the family is huge you don't get a break. You sit there in front of the casket and shake peoples hand and you say thank you as they look at you with remorse, but that was before...

In my history of dating, eighty percent of the men I dated were in one way or another abusive. One was emotionally abusive, another was verbally abusive, another was border line physically abusive. I mean the list goes on. So when I came to the realization that this relationship was not for me I left. Walked away and the one recurring question I got from these dudes was, 'can we be friends?'  I need to know what you guys think of this topic. Is it Ok to be friends with an Ex? I ask this question because some people can do it, and some like me just can not. Here is why I think it's fucking weird to be friends with an Ex.  What in your one right mind makes you think that I want to remain friends with a MONSTER? The amount of mistreatment I received in all my twenties can last me an entire life time. Maybe my past relationships caused me some sort of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It makes me so mad to know that these guys even have the balls to ask me that question after ...

Welcome to my crazy world. I bet what made you click on my blog was the Title. Well I am hear to tell you that although we are in quarantine during this covid world, I have a lot to share with you when it comes to my life experiences. I may look like a small town girl, which I am, but I have learned a thing or two in the thirty two years I have been alive so far. Hi, my name is Antonietta. Ant for short. I am 32, live in the a small town in Canada, I am Italian. My parents are immigrants from Italy. I have two much older brothers than I. One is married with three kids, and one is divorced, living with his recent girlfriend and he has one kid from his previous marriage. I am in a relationship of two years, going on three. No kids at the moment. I am very happy now in my relationship. Lets be real, every relationship has its ups and downs and some are worse than others. But my recent love has been amazing to me to say the least. Now you may think, 'wow this girl sounds really happy...