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August1

I’ve decided that it’s a bad idea to write in here only when I’m having some emo fit about my love life, or lack thereof.  Fact is, lots of really cool stuff has happened since I last wrote and it’s all good stuff I should write down.  I closed on the condo on June 28.  Moved in that night and slept on an air mattress.  Once it was mine, I wasn’t sleeping anywhere else.  Movers came on July 2 and the A/C went out that same day.  Had four or five days of “WTH, it’s HOT!”  Made it hard to appreciate the monumental event of purchasing my own home.  MY OWN HOME.  One buyer, unmarried.  Me.  Mine all mine.  But I learned to appreciate A/C, for what it’s worth.

Passed my spring finals with flying colors.  Final exams grades were 110% - Psychology 101, 100% - Business Law and something that gave me an A for my final grade in Art History III.

Went on a wonderful vacation to South Carolina that made me 1) appreciate flying and even learn to relax a bit during the flights and 2) have an intense desire to sell all I own and move to a shack on the beach.  I LONG for the ocean.  I feel a deep emotional connection with the ocean and distance only makes the heart grow fonder.  I yearn to go back.  To walk along the water’s edge.  Such peace.  Contentedness.  It was so wonderful and I was so sad upon returning home that I didn’t care a thing about the fact that I was getting ready to buy my own home.  What’s buying a new home compared to the ocean?  THAT is where my heart remains.  Though I do like my cozy new pad too.

New classes started two days after I got back from vacation.  No rest for the wicked.  College Algebra I, in 5 weeks.  I felt confident after the first class but quickly realized I was in over my head.  I was moving and dealing with broken A/C when I should have been studying for the first test and only managed to get an 84%.  Not even the 95% I got on the second test could save me.  GOODBYE 4.0!  Thankfully the professor let me replace that 84% with the 96% I got on the final exam since it was cumulative.  Woohoo! 4.0!  Very next week I started College Algebra II, 5 weeks.  Round Two, FIGHT!

On the non-scholastic homefront, August promises to be a very emotional month for me.  My son leaves for the Air Force on Tuesday.  And though my son didn’t live with me for the past year, it’s still hard knowing that for the next six years, he belongs to the United States Air Force.  And then my youngest leaves for college on August 18.  She’s anxious to be out and on her own and while I am anxious to reclaim my living room and hall closet, I’m going to miss having her here.  And though my oldest is still here with me, she is working now and soon will be driving herself back and forth to work and school, come September.  So I am basically at the end of my career as a mom.  There’s something so final about that.  I mean, I want them to be out on their own, successfully moving forward in life.  That’s important.  It’s just weird not to be needed any more.

And then there’s the other aspect.  I anticipate many moments spent alone.  Alone.  Alone in my empty house.  It brings to the forefront of my mind how alone I am, how single and unmarried I am.  And while, at times, I rejoice in those very words, when I am alone in my empty house is not one of those times.  That’s when the walls scream that alone is okay but sometimes it’s LONELY.  Very lonely.

Lonely sucks.

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Inevitable

August1

It shouldn’t surprise me that I was so easily replaced.  It shouldn’t surprise me that it makes the ache in my heart ten times worse even though I knew I had no future with the man.  And it doesn’t surprise me that his answer to my question doesn’t satisfy me.

“Why am I not good enough?”

I mean, really.  If I’m so great looking with such a great bod and “the most free and open lover he’s ever had” then why am I not good enough?  For him, that is.  I’m evidently just fine for so many others but not good enough for him.  And I want to know why.

“That’s not it,” he says.  “It’s me, not you.”  “I have all these issues, I’m still dealing with the divorce.”

I call bullshit.

If it’s not me, then why did he date and sleep with someone else?  It doesn’t matter that he told her he wants to call it quits (*cough*bullshit*cough*) after only three weeks.  It doesn’t matter that his off-hand comment the other night was an actual comparison of me to his newest lover, not just a random comment as I originally thought.  I should have known then.  But of course it was that comment that brought the question to my mind in the first place.  If I was THAT good, why aren’t you still with me?  Why can’t you get over your emotional baggage and commit?  I’m a total-package kind of gal.  I have a lot to offer.  Why wasn’t I good enough?

For him, that is.

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I’m buying a condo.

May29

Yep, it was that easy.  Met with my realtor on Wednesday morning.  Drove by the condo that afternoon.  Fell in love with the area.  Got in to see it on Friday afternoon.  Fell in love with the condo.  Put in a bid Sunday morning.  By early afternoon, my bid was countered and re-countered.  Ten minutes later they came back with the deal of a lifetime that had me jumping for joy.  Did I mention that I -would- have paid the asking price?  I love it that much.  And now, Lord willing, it’s gonna be mine.

God is so good to me.

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Bliss

May22

What a night! Well, what a weekend really, but what a way to end a fabulous weekend. I feel so amazingly refreshed and relaxed and mellow. I could go on and on about how wonderful I feel right now. I think I’ll be smiling for a week. Maybe longer. Hopefully this little buzz will get me through my exams. I think I can actually study and remember it. I think I can leap tall buildings in a single bound. I think I can CONQUER THE WORLD.

{ahem}

Yes, it was that good.

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Full-Time

May22

AKA - What are you, crazy?  Yes, I chose my classes for autumn quarter and if I can get residency straightened out, I will be taking four classes for twelve credit hours next fall.  Officially a full-time student.  I’m just giddy.  GIDDY, I tell you.  I will be taking Intermediate French I, Art History I, English Composition I and Psychology II.  Mmm…sounds like fun.

Summer classes are set too.  Accelerated College Algebra I and II.  I emailed the professor about the text we will be using so I can look it over to see if I can actually do the math required.  I just guessed on the placement test and apparently I guessed really well because I got the highest score in that particular group of test takers.  Doesn’t mean I can handle College Algebra but I’m hoping the text will give me an idea of what I’m up against.  Honestly, I doubt I would drop it anyway.  I would just try to brush up before summer quarter.  Dropping the class would be like admitting defeat and no way am I doing that.

The sun was out on Saturday and I took some long ‘therapy’ drives.  Sun shining through the sun roof, music blaring on the radio, and my sweet little spiffy red car.  Therapy.  Not exactly cheap at $3.79 a gallon but so worth it.  I feel less stressed than I have in a long time and it feels great.  I’m back to working out on a regular basis and I feel skinny again.  I’m also watching what I eat.  So I’m getting my stuff together.  Now that I’ve dropped the dating sites, I can really focus on school.  Which is good because I have exams in two weeks.

TWO WEEKS.

THREE EXAMS.

{activate panic mode ON}

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Liberating

May21

You know there is something wrong when removing your profile from a dating site gives you a huge sense of relief.  Online dating is time consuming and mentally draining so I made the decision to leave the site.  However, I decided to keep in contact with a handful of potentials that I had already been talking to.  Ha!  Each day that goes by whittles that number down.

There was the nice looking older man who seemed like a great successful guy.  A bit of a homebody and he was a Steelers fan but I was willing to overlook all of that.  However, I couldn’t overlook the offensive ‘humor’ or the racist comments and the general negativity I caught a glimpse of when we were on the phone one night.  Next morning I canceled our plans to meet.  I knew it wasn’t going to work.  He was clearly disappointed and said that I didn’t get to see the real him and he was sorry because he thought we’d be great together.

Then there was the younger guy…twenty years younger than the man I fell in love with, if that tells you anything.  Age-wise I’m somewhere in the middle between them.  He was one of the first guys to contact me on the dating site.  Well, I finally met him in person and it’s true what they say, guys DO add two inches to their height.  That made him about 5′ 4″ in real life.  I towered over him wearing flip flops.  Not like it mattered.  We had nothing in common besides physical needs.  Nothing.  So I decided to cancel our dinner plans for the next evening and the guy actually begged me to reconsider.  Begged.  *shudders*

And last week I got flowers from a married man.  I’m not going there, so don’t ask.  Let’s just say that I thought of him as a friend.  FRIEND.

So I have all that crap going on and I feel awful because I’m hurting people and turning into an ‘almost homewrecker’ and I want to retreat into my dating shell because the idea of dying old and alone doesn’t seem so bad considering the alternative.  And as I keep reminding myself, “I don’t have time for all this crap!  I need to study!”

But then who texts me?  Or did he call?  I don’t know.  What I do know is that I cherish every teeny tiny bit of attention he throws my way.  And even as I type that I know it’s sad and pathetic but it’s true.  We spent some time together this evening and I loved every minute of it.

So I’m done with online dating for now.  It’s too time-consuming, too disappointing, too mentally draining.  There are a few potentials I’m still in contact with, but there is only ONE who has captured my attention and I don’t think the others have a chance while he’s still around throwing me a bone every now and then.

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Commerce

May15

Oh my.  I’m tired.  I was off all weekend and the girls and I shopped till we dropped then got up the next day to do it all over again.  I’ve spent so much money, I don’t even want to know how much.  But really only a tiny bit was frivolous spending.  Okay, maybe a little more than tiny.  But I’m okay with it.  One last splurge.

I heard from him today, finally.  I learned some disturbing things and we argued about how he’s a selfish bastard who doesn’t have the hearts of his kids.  He really is selfish but he doesn’t see it.  And interestingly enough, I feel better.  I talked to him as a friend and it felt natural.  Yes, I love him and yes, I will tell him some day but really?  He’s a mess.  He’s royally screwed up right now.  He needs to keep seeing his therapist or better yet, find a new one.  And it’s okay that he doesn’t call.  I feel like I can actually think about moving on.  My heart doesn’t feel so heavy and that’s a nice change from crying myself to sleep every freakin’ night.  THAT was getting old.

I have no new real potentials to speak of.  Dating potentials that is.  Currently on my plate are the daddy on the beach, the cheating artist, the younger martial arts guy, the MIA scientist, the man with way too many women in his life and the other guy I can’t recall at this point.  All just in the talking stage.  Martial arts guy has my cell #.  Others are just in the messaging stage at the moment.  Nothing serious.  Nothing that stands out as the ONE.

I did no homework this weekend.  None.  That is going to come back and bite me in the butt.  You can count on it.  On that note, I need to get to bed because I’m forcing myself to get back to working out -every- morning.  I bought a gorgeous bikini this weekend at Victoria’s Secret and I want to look as good as I can before take off.  PLANE take off, not clothes take off.  Sheesh.

Consumed

May12

I try to remind myself that things were slowly getting worse.  He was acting weird.  Impatient.  Rude.  He was snippy for no reason and didn’t seem to be happy no matter what I did unless we were having sex which became the only thing that mattered to him.  Or so I thought.  It wasn’t long afterwards that I decided to stop seeing him.

But I can’t seem to remember any of this in great detail no matter how hard I try.  It’s like my mind has blocked out the negative and all I can remember are the good times.  And as a psychology student, I know the mind does this and I find myself frustrated.  I know there were several reasons that I let him go but the memories are vague at best.  All I can remember are the good times.  That time I was having a bad day and he invited me over.  As soon as I arrived he dressed me in his cozy PJ’s, settled me on the loveseat and covered me in a blanket.  Then he brought me his iPad to play with and a plate of snacks while he continued to cook dinner for us.  Or the time we went to Wal-Mart together.  A perfectly domestic activity, the two of us shopping together.  Even now as I think of it, I get this warm happy feeling in my heart.  I think it was then I knew I loved him.  I could see us shopping together like that.

I cried myself to sleep last night and I’m angry at myself for it.  Why am I doing this?  Why do I check my phone again and again hoping to find a message from him?  He used to call and text all day long.  Why do I expect that he will do that now that I’ve let him back into my life?  Things are not like they were at the beginning.  And things were not that like that three weeks ago when I told him goodbye.  Why can’t I get that through my head?

And you know what’s worst?  I found a condo I’d like to buy.  It’s the first and only one I’ve looked at but I’ve been searching online since March so I’m pretty sure I’m not going to find anything like it for that price.  It has everything I want and I may just put in an offer.  The sad thing is, all this would-be joy over buying my first house on my own is overshadowed because I can’t think straight with a broken-heart.  And that just sucks.

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Blame Game

May11

It was the hug.

I had wondered how he would react when I first entered his house.  Would it be obvious that he had missed me or would he just casually welcome me in?  We hadn’t seen one another for over three weeks.  I rang the doorbell, as I always do, even though I know the door is unlocked.  Then I was inside and there he was, tall and handsome wearing those awful glasses that hide his beautiful eyes.  Right away he opened his arms and — it was bliss.  He missed me.  A lot.  He pulled me close, closer…then closer still.  He kissed the top of my head.  I melted.  If I were a smart girl, I would have left right then, but as we all know, smart girls do not get themselves into such situations and therefore, I am most decidedly not a smart girl.

I didn’t hear from him all day.  Didn’t expect to really.  Our relationship has had its ups and downs, even in the short time we’ve been ‘together’.  I find myself wishing we could go back to how it was in the beginning with him anxious to see me every day.  But that won’t happen again.  I think he realizes that we went too deep, too fast but, like me, he can’t stay away.  I’d like to think that he’s in love with me too and it scares the hell out of him.  His therapist warned him against getting too serious with me.  “You’re not ready, it’s too soon.”  He’s told me that his feelings for me scare him but he’s never come out and said exactly what those feelings are.  Ah hell, who I am kidding?  It’s all just wishful thinking.

Then again, there was the hug.  That hug said, “I love you,” more than words ever could.

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I fell in love.

May11

So, I woke up in his bed this morning.  I don’t regret that at all.  I wanted to be there.  I love the way he insisted we spoon together.  He didn’t want to get out of bed.  I rubbed his back.  He caressed my hip.

I left without a kiss.  Something I regret.  Something I blamed on him.  He said he was distracted.  He apologized.  I don’t think he meant it.  And my heart breaks a little more.

We were supposed to be just friends.  He was up front from the beginning.  He had been through a very difficult divorce was not ready for a long-term commitment.  We met anyway.  Again, I don’t regret that at all.

I was comfortable with him from day one.  Totally at ease.  I struggle with my feelings now but at the time, I was interested in pursuing, let’s just say, an unusual lifestyle and he wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship.  So, we were together but not.  And that was a comfort to both of us.  He showered me with attention from the beginning.  At times, it was annoying and he was almost clingy.  But the more time I spent with him, the more natural it felt.  My other ‘interest’ began to wane and my affection for him grew.

But things were difficult, complex.  I couldn’t let myself fall in love with a man who liked us ‘right now’ and didn’t want to give any thought to the future.  Our future.  Which was perfectly okay, because he’d been straight from the beginning about what he wanted.  The more affection I felt for him, the less I wanted to be intimate with him.  Yes, the more I loved him, the less I wanted to have sex with him.  It began to feel like I was offering my heart up to him each time we were together.  My heart breaking a little each time.

At times it seemed as if it was all about the sex to him and that’s when the walls started going up.  Those self-protective walls we so carefully build around ourselves.  We stopped all contact a few weeks back.  It was hard not having him in my life.  I thought of him often.  I don’t know when I finally admitted to myself that I loved him.  When I could stand it no longer, I emailed him.  That was three days ago.  And already my heart is missing another little piece.

Why am I doing this to myself?

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