Friday, September 30, 2011

Fred of the Day 9/30/11

Ok, this isn't Fred, but I miss my Amelia-girl. So do Fred and Barney.



Gonna be interesting ...

All I can say is that I'm looking forward to this weekend.



Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fred of the Day 9/29/11

I haven't done a Fred of the Day in awhile, and since I can't find any new ones, you get an oldie, but goodie.


That the perfect Fred look ..... Basically flipping me the mental finger for taking yet another photo.

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Interesting conversations

When you get three people together who've been divorced, or had their hearts stomped on .....

Just eye-opening to get other people's perspective. I kept thinking about what I did in my past relationships, and realized that there are others out there who have the same ideas I do about stuff like this - that relationships take work, and couples are there for each other through the ups and downs - and most importantly, that I am who I am, and regardless if the past, there's someone out there who will want me for the person I am.



Crappy Reason #63

Sleeping alone.

That is the ONE thing I miss the absolute most. I hate being in bed alone - no, not for THAT reason, but just because it's reassuring having someone next to you. I haven't slept well in months. It's just easiest to exhaust myself so that when I do go to bed, I fall asleep as soon as possible. I slept on the couch for a few weeks because I couldn't stand having a whole bed to myself.

Lesson Learned: While dogs are no substitute for a warm body, they certainly help, and dog hair can be vacuumed up.

If it's my status on Facebook, it must be true.

I've finally updated my status on Facebook, so I guess I must be single. Honestly, I've known for a long time, but selfishly didn't want to admit.

So what does it mean? Just that I'm open to going out and having a blast, and loving my life for what it is.

As a matter of fact, I think I got set up on a date with someone for this weekend :-)



Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Crappy Reason #206

When you don't deal well with the sight of your own blood, and you cut yourself pretty bad on cheap Ikea furniture.

Sucks, especially when you get light-headed and need to keel over, but also have to manage to try to find a bandage and not drip blood all over the kitchen.

Lesson learned: Don't cut yourself.



Crappy Things

Decided I want to be cynical .... Need to make light of the situation, and figured I have enough ammunition to do a "Crappy Reason #xxx about Living Alone" at least a few times a week.

Ok, I know I should balance it with a good reason for living alone, and I probably will - a pro/con list, if you will.

I've really never truly lived ALONE, because I can't count the time after Butkus and I split since I went back to a home I was totally familiar with, and had lived in for years.

This time, I was forced out (ok, because of the situation), into a house I don't want to be in. Everything I have around me is new and unfamiliar, and while it should be exciting, I can't quite get to that point. Hell, I've been here two months and haven't unpacked - I don't want to be here. And moving is expensive! Maybe it's just that I'm moving from TopGun's monster home into this teeny tiny space. Who knows .... But it's crappy :-)



Boy, do I sound bitter ...

Really, I'm not. I'm just working through this all. It sucks. But I'm stronger than I sound. Sometimes I question myself, and wonder what it is about me. Other times I just get angry and want to move on. Then it hits me square in the chest, and I can't breathe. Seriously, why do men leave me? I think I'm a pretty straight-forward, no drama kind of person. I'm smart, I'm capable, and I'm not terrible. Damn, that sounded all Jack Handy-ish. Sure, I have baggage, but I'm not a bad person, and it shouldn't be this hard to find someone to share my life with. All I want is someone to take care of, and who'll take care of me - and want me for who I am. Is this when I say that I miss what I had?

Yet, I've determined that I'm open to moving on, whatever that means right now. Why waste all this emotional and mental time on something I know is never, ever going to come back? I'm just going to live each day for what it is, and what it brings. Past experience has shown me that hoping and planning ahead doesn't accomplish crap. Hope is dead - living for the moment is all I have.



So nice ....

When the man you spent over three years of your life with just up and moves. Not really even any goodbye. I mean really, was he going to tell me? Don't I deserve the respect of at least a goodbye? Am I ever going to see you again? I thought we had just a little more than that. Guess I was wrong. I guess I didn't deserve that respect in his eyes. Pretty damn disappointing.



Sunday, September 11, 2011

Am I turning a corner?

Or hitting a wall? Sometimes I'm not sure. Am I really working through this all, or am I just not processing it and filling my days with "fluff?" Is it the meds, or am I really starting to deal with it?

Monday, September 5, 2011

Quote of the Day, 9/5/11

"It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel." --Unknown

I think this is the story of my life the last few months. Even though he says he still loves me, and I believe him, the hurt is unbearable that he's moving away and I'm not going to share his life with him, sleep in his bed with him, help him organize his new home, get excited about setting up a new life with him. I understand why he's leaving, but it literally takes my breath away and I feel faint at the thought of him doing all this alone, or with someone else.

Ok, I'm really back!

So, it's been a tough last 6 months. I'll get to that later. As far as Project 40, the stress diet is working really good. My new favorite (single) hobby is shopping. Ok, not that I didn't do it before, but clothes fit wonderfully now. I've found a whole new confidence (that was really always there, but hid from me for a little while).

And I also have a job to dress for.
And I also have a house to shop for.
And I no longer have a significant other to cook for.

So, I'm almost 40, and where am I? Aside from being more depressed and anxious and panicky than I've ever been in my life (not even when I was going through my divorce was I this bad), I guess all I have to say is that I look good, and I have a great job - that hopefully I'll not screw up because I literally can't get out of bed or focus on.

Well, maybe I can get a box unpacked tonight, since I've been in here a month and I haven't done anything other than exist in here. Heartbreak is devastating - and I guess all I can do is take it one day at a time.