So, I am alone andÂ The Dude is spending time with the tatted up skank. She is taking over girlfriend roles – stopping by his mom’s house, getting invited by the fam to his sister’s graduation.
His apartment is almost entirely de-Dawned except for some furniture sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. He asked for the key to his apartment back. He gave me back my car keys and house key.
And they fight about me every day. She wants him to stop talking to me. He won’t do it. She throws down “tell her to leave or give me all my stuff”, he packs all her stuff and hands it to her. She throws down ultimatums and fights with him about me all the time.
He may not want to be my love, but he’s sure as hell digging in his heels on this friendship thing.
So in turn, I am reaching out. I’ve been very locally involved for the last many months, I am now working on reaching out to my network of friends who I haven’t done a great job of keeping in touch with.
I hope I can be the kind of friend to others that I need in my life right now.
Angie [A Whole Lot of Nothing]
I can’t imagine how hard it is for you. I’m here for you online.
Honey, I’d hug ya if I could.
It is hard. And it’s gonna suck ass for awhile. Then, you’ll find a new boy, he’ll smile. You’ll smile. You’ll remember how fun it is to flirt. And anticipate that first kiss. And wonder about how big his wiener is. And whether he’ll be any good with it. And your heart will flutter just a little bit.
You’ve got an amazing boy. A good soul. A bunch of people who love you.
Love is hard. Life is hard. This won’t be the first time it hurts. Which, of course, you already know (yup, i read your “About” page before writing this).
I’m TONS older than you. And I’ve broken hearts. And I’ve had my own goddamn heart broken. Thank God I did, because if not for that, I wouldn’t have all the great shit I have now – which is pretty spectacular.
And there’s always vodka. Which makes me happy. And girlfriends. And hugs from the boy. And peeps who care enough to read your damn blog and comment on it.
Come on over for a visit any time you want. i’ll make you smile.
Keep your chin up. Tomorrow it’ll hurt less. And the day after that, even less. Keep your eye open for that boy I mentioned earlier. The cute one. Who wants to flirt with you. And do other naughty things.
Right here, hanging out with you. I would think there is a small amount of satisfaction in them fighting about you. 🙂
Oh, honey. I’m here. Thinking really presumptuous things about how maybe you should step away from all that for a bit. Let whatever may happen with them be done in such a way that it isn’t you.
Then again, I never did take kindly to kids in the sandbox telling me I could only play if I stayed in a certain area and only participated in such and such a way at such and such a time.
I am not in your sandbox and I don’t know those kids, just know that I care about you.
You need some wind in your hair, sun on your face and lightness in the air you breathe.
I’m here anytime, even if I’m many 100’s of miles away! XOXO
Awww lady. *HUGS*
And Oooof. Blech on skanks… mildly amused at the fighting. ;p
Oof. This sucks so much and I hate it for you. xoxo
I don’t care for skanks.