Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
Just got back from CA last night. Went to go visit for a few days. Hung out with some friends from my kid-hood.
Was picked up by  lovely friend from the airport and stayed at said friend's house overnight. Now bak at home. Went and picked up the dog this morning. Made the bed. Watched an episode of In Plain Sight. Gave the dog a bath. And now am sitting and procrastinating on bringing up school stuff and getting my homework done. Unfortunately, that alo leaves me with far too much time alone with my head.
Blah...better get to it

Dear Diary,
Ok, so been back for a few days now. Getting re settled into regular life. Well, as regular as it can be sans a paying job.
Am close to having completed my Math class. I think I will even be getting an A in it.
Still have no idea what happening with my personal life.

Dear Diary,
I know. I am terrible about being consistent with writing.
That special person told me not to long ago that part of his healing would be to write everything down. Not to ever show anyone including himself also. But just to release it. And I totally understood. I do that all the time. Or at least, I intend to. Then I get worried that someone is going to read it. And I sure as hell don't want to re-read it. No thanks. I am even uncomfortable with the IDEA of reading it much less anyone else.
I checked out a really cute website the other day. It was all about Scorpios. About how secretive we are and it hit so so many points right on the old noggin'. The only thing this site had that I didn't agree with is that we don't want people to know these things about us as they would be more easily able to "handle" us. I don't care! Handle me! I am comforted when I meet someone who understands Scorpios.

Things are still in a very odd place with HIM. I need to come up with a good code name..
I am not sure where he and I are. I spend time with him especially on the weekends when he has his son. Whom I get a kick out of. Kids usually freak me out. Focus. I even sleep with him. We serious cuddle till we fall asleep. He calls me nick names that seem as though he would desire me. But they could just be names. He calls me babe and hon and baby. But he never even tries to kiss me. He will walk by and stop for a moment and rub my shoulders. But that is as much action as there is. So I am left to wonder (because God forbid I try to actually COMMUNICATE)  if it is me, if it is him, if it will change, if he still just needs to heal up some. I don't have any idea. I am completely baffled on this. Now.. he DID tell me at the beginning how he couldn't do a "relationship" right now. Not with the state he was in. But how he hopes that when he is ready, I will still want him. I wonder if he still feels that way. I know that my feelings have changed in a lot of ways with him. Before, I was certain I would be happy with him. Now, I don't know. Maybe.

Tuesday
Dear Diary ,
Not bad, it's only been since Friday.
Yesterday was awesom. Truly truly nice. I was with Pa (HIM) yesterday. We went for a drive up into the mountains. Stopped a few times to take pictures. It was such a beautiful drive. A beautiful DAY! We drove with the top down the whole time. Even when it started sprinkling on us and that made me love him all the more. We stopped in Leadville and had lunch in the coolest little Irish bar. Held hands on the drive. Professed love back and forth. Not mad-passionate-in-the-moment profession. Real true and forever ones. He is my friend and his happiness is truly of concern to me.
More later...gotta jet

Thursday
Dear Diary,
Wow... lots going on. Pa lost his job.Found out that his wedding date is coming up. I am having SUCH a hard time coping. I am so afraid that they are going to get back together and I will lose him all over again. I am so scared. But having to keep strong for him. He needs my support even more than ever right now. And I am over here today with him to keep him company and so on ince I know he will be having a very difficlut day. And there are moments when it is killing me. He is talking to her. She is coming over later to drop off some movies. That makes me so uncomfortable. She scares me so much. She has no idea how much of my life she controls without ever even having met me.

His friend is over now. His bf. Whom I love. We used to all sit in the basement back in the day. He used to pour me drinks and tell me that I HAD to drink it because it would be rude not to. lol... He used to DRAG me out of my shell. Used to poke at me and poke at me and tell me "where is the girl I know? the one who always has something to say". I missed him a lot after the break. It is cool to see him now. I love to watch the two of them together. They are SUCH soul brothers and it is a neat thing to see. I love sitting here quiet as a mouse and just listening. I am glad I can multi task! Typing and listening.
People always say a lot around me. I wonder if there is something about me that makes people so comfortable. What is it about me that makes them feel like they have known me long enough to talk about things either to me or in front of me. God, I would have made SUCH a good spy. That was my dream when I was in high school.
Just had a few minutes to chat with J. I like him very much. He is such good people. He is definitely going thru his won hard times. It is hard to see. He is just such a good man. They both are.

We will be spending at least tomorrow and Saturday with Pa. We are all going horse back riding.
I worry about this man. I worry about losing him all over. I worry that he will go back to her. And I plan to be gone by the time she gets here so I worry about what happens after I am gone. I worry that they are going to end up making love and back together. And I would lose him again and this time would be even harder than before. What would I do? If I had to put up with HER to be around him... I would do it. I would hate it and be a nervous wreck and drink far too much but I would do it..
What the hell is it about him? Why do I need him? It scares me so badly. But can I stay away? Nope...

Friday
Dear Diary,
I stayed over last night. Held him pretty much all night. It wa very sweet and very comforting. Sometimes I could tell he was having bad dreams and he'd twitch so I'd encircle him a little tighter in my arms and he would quiet down.
I am afraid.

Wed 9/14
Been a minute again.

God I love him. I love hanging around him. He is so...yeah.
He is still hung up on his ex. I expect it will be that way for a while.  But I get to hang out with him. I get to learn more about this fascinating creature. :)  I really enjoy that.  I have my friend back.  >~<

Sunday 9/18
And they are back together. He told me himself. They are giving it another try. And I have to meet her. She insists that she be a part of our friendship.
So I am going on a date today. I can't wait for him anymore. I can't be in love with him anymore. I LOVE him, of course. But I can't be IN love with him. I won't.

I am a nervous wreck. Struggling very hard to just roll with it but there are days when it is far harder than others. Today is one of those days. Between knowing that I have to start job hunting again and I have to catch up in my Math class and then there is him. The Guy. The one.
I am in a constant "state". I am so scared. What if he does it again? What if he is just playing with my head so he can help himself get better and heal and then move on? What if he hurts me more than I can handle this time? And because of that, I am going to be afraid to trust in him. I trust HIM but I don't know that I trust him with ME. I am so afraid to be hurt by him again. Honestly, I don't trust anyone anymore. I don't know if it stemmed from him or if that merely exacerbated it.
I'm sad and I am nervous and I am so fucking terrified...

Growing Up

I broke up with my driver today. It had been coming for a while. It was..nice. He understood exactly what I said and we are both pretty committed to maintaining our relationship as friends. Thank God. He is another one of the best people I have ever met. He has such a huge heart and he loves so well. I am completely confident and safe in my knowledge of his love for me. He just wasn't in love with me anymore.
I wonder if some of the people who come into my life really are there to teach me something and vice versa. I mean, with Chris, maybe the first time around neither of us was ready. Maybe we had some stuff to learn. All I know is that I am so happy to have him back in my life. I talk to him almost every day. When my car broke down, he stepped right up and offered me a hand. And when I opened the front door and saw him for the first time in 2 years, I felt whole.

There are so many times when I feel like I might be the figment of someone else's imagination. Maybe it is the alien thing. I don't necessarily feel like I belong. I think I fake it well but what do I know?

I love a man. And his daughter. And his dogs. And I am terribly afraid that I will let him tromp all over me because of that love. Because I'm afraid of not seeing K or Peach or Danish.
There are so many times when I wonder if there is anyone who really cares about ME. I care about so many people and their feelings and how they might perceive things. But it doesn't seem that there is anyone who thinks like that about me. Am I even normal for putting others so far ahead of myself? And if I am not, would I ever want to be?? As hard on my heart as this is, would I want to be the person who thinks about themself first and foremost? I like that part of me that wants to take care of everyone that I care about. But when it is not reciprocated over and over again, it makes me doubt myself.
And at the same time, I am loved in such weird ways. My welder still loves me. And my Brian. I have loved him since I was 16 years old. I am so happy to have him in my life again. And I know he is equally happy because he is the one who does the majority of the contacting.
But then my driver... I just don't understand him most of the time. And he thinks we are so completely different that it would never work in the long run. He even broke up with me for a spell. That was horrid. My heart felt like it was gone. It was different than with Chris. With Chris, I was in tears all the time. With my driver, it just felt like i didn't have a heart anymore. I am so thankful that he realized he does love me. I KNOW that he is terrified of having his heart broken again. He is so scared of being hurt. But how do you convince someone that you have no intention of hurting them? You can't..

Ok, so I have gotten over the initial RAGE. But fuck.. now I am being treated like  the asshole. HOW when I did nothing wrong. I was falsely accused as was proven. And so help me God, I have TRIED to be nice to that dumb little slag. And boss-man still has not said a WORD about any of this. Considering he was the bitch that wrote it up, you'd think he would know that I sure haven't forgotten.

I can't wait to move to CA. I will still work for the dick but will virtually NEVER have to see him.10 months... I can hang on that long..

And maybe I am not over it?  :)

Betrayal

There was an incident at work on Friday. It is a long and ridiculous story but it came down to several things. My boss has no respect for me otherwise he would have come and asked what was going on, which in my opinion was nothing but apparently, I am such a huge and magnificent and important personality that even the thought that I may be angry at someone is enough to cause them severe devastation and affects their ability to work and possibly even have a normal life. My bad. I did not realize this. I am actually at a loss as to how this oversensitive person even came to that conclusion. Could it have been her guilty conscious? Me thinks so... However, it ended up with said manager and myself having to sit in the Corporate Attorney's office with a conversation that started out how this was NOT a termination. My work is great. Of course it is. I knew that. It then digressed to this allegation against me for being "mean and unprofessional". That I told this person not only how to do their job but how they had so negatively impacted mine.
I sit at my desk and do my work. No one can tell if I am angry because they don't sit by me. I am in a pretty isolated area which is great, because it is very quiet and undisrupted. My apparent rage and fury came across in an instant message. Verbatim, the conversation went like this:
" I am really sorry that it didn't get done. I feel bad."
my response "That's alright. Do you think that maybe next time you could let me know earlier? I have to run accruals today.".
Wow.... I am a bitch!

fuck this. ick. I am so dissatisfied it is ridiculous.
 I tell her that she needs to start figuring out something with her dog. If I got rid of him she would be so angry with me. She might even hate me for a while. Fuck THAT. But she doesn't help me at all. He pees in MY room and I have to shampoo the carpets over and over. And it grosses me out. And it is so unfair. And she gets so annoyed when I ask her to take them  out.. Really? jiminy crickets. I am the bad guy again. fuck...