I did such a good job of mentally and emotionally getting closure last year. It’s time for the material things left in corners, buried, or put away in closets to be dumped. And like Harry said, begin replacing them
But I’m getting ahead of myself…darn you Target and that jingly tune. It’s not even Halloween yet. Many things need to happen before the “season” truly gets underway. My daughter will turn 17, she’ll find out what college she’s going to, there’s Halloween, Thanksgiving which is MY favorite holiday of the year, and it’s honestly still 90 degrees so…we’ve got a long way to go.
Because the attacks will come. They already have begun. Minor skirmishes at this point. Someone on Facebook who asked me out about a month ago and I turned down caught onto the idea that Harry and I were seeing each other. He proceeded to warn me about Harry because of things he heard about him from one of his ex-girlfriends from years ago. This man has never met Harry. And everything he was saying was hearsay. It was obvious that he knew very little about Harry because he was under the notion for one, that he had a son that looked just like him. To Harry, this was laughable but also very hurtful that someone who didn’t know him would say lies about him to me.
‘m owning it all the same because I know this about myself. So I went out to buy new clothes yesterday thinking I would impress him more if I figured out how to dress nicer. I picked up my house and told him so, hoping he wouldn’t think I’m an inept housekeeper. I’m trying to find ways to get higher marks. What could I cook him this time that he really likes? How can I make myself more or less available so I don’t seem needy or too independent?
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Later that ounce of victory turned into a bit of remorse when I learned my ex had called my daughter and put pressure on her. His very words were, “If mom can bring him to the talent show I should be able to bring M to your concert on Sunday.” I have yet to meet M. I’ve never wanted to, In fact I’ve dealt with quite a bit of unresolved animosity toward her over the years complete with thoughts of lopping off heads and scratching out eyeballs.
But apparently today is the day. And the crazy thing is I’m starting to warm up to the idea.
The routine goes something like this: I have something good happen to me and I don’t feel worthy so I test it to see if its real.
But I do know he likes it when I wear black. I’ve seen him cry (The Notebook), laugh, be slightly annoyed (it takes a lot to get him severely annoyed), be silly, be sorry, tired, hungry, nervous, proud. I know lots! But there must be something that I don’t know. I’ve been wracking my brains trying to figure out what it is.