SMART decisions...
18 years ago
You know, I was talking to my roommate the other day when I made the most intelligent decision of my romantic career...
See, when my second husband left, he went to another city.
When my first husband left, he went clear to another state.
My third husband I chased clear out of the country apparently, since he's back in that-country-that-does-not-exist-to-me-anymore-
but-was-previously-known-as-South-Africa.
My decision? I'm never going to date an astronaut. It just wouldn't work out, call it a hunch...
See, when my second husband left, he went to another city.
When my first husband left, he went clear to another state.
My third husband I chased clear out of the country apparently, since he's back in that-country-that-does-not-exist-to-me-anymore-
but-was-previously-known-as-South-Africa.
My decision? I'm never going to date an astronaut. It just wouldn't work out, call it a hunch...
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"Huston, we have a problem. Yeah, apparently Sabby's stoned again..."
That's one thing that kinda bothers me, I can't enjoy my vegetables anymore...Everytime I try, I see Eben's face and want to blame myself, so I've been too sober for my own good lately...Dunno how to fix that problem, though. It'd probably be different if I had done it against my will or something, but as it was I just chose what was more important to me, which was him.
And now that I've had my temporary lapse of sanity, my hysterical cry, my bitter-at-the-world week and my acceptance phase, I think I'm back on a good track.
Getting back into your art will be another good medicine for you.
Speaking of Art, I'm doing something that I think is really cool, at least...I'm turning one of my walls into a Mural of my art. I'm turning my room into MY room, heheh. It's a fun little project...
So I just let it go.
The thing is, nobody (and I do mean NObody) who saw both sides of the situation unfold seems to think it's my fault. Still, I claim my half of the responsibility because I feel guilty for what I've done, even if it isn't much in the scheme of things. I did some schemey things but come on...You don't end a marriage for shit like that. There's more to it, and I've said that all along.
I find it kinda funny that you won't address anything I reply to you with. You want to take a jab at me when I write my journals, but you won't back your words up when your faced with another side, my side. I guess it's sometimes easier to stay blind when you want something, isn't it? Lord knows I did it long enough. And you know exactly what I mean.
Choose your battles wisely, and never fight the truth...That's a battle that only hurts you if you win.
You know, I've tried to be nice to you, really I have. Even when you threatened me, I backed down because your Eb's friend. Even when I thought he might be cheating on me with you, I didn't say a word. But he's not here right now and, frankly, you fall into the rare category of people I could care less about.
I don't know what your fucking problem with me is, but you need to get yourself over it. If you got a bone with me then just pick it, but throwing insults and not explaining yourself just makes you look...well...stupid.
It doesn't seem like I'm the problem here, again.
And you say you know what happened, I'd LOVE to know what you know that I apparently don't, but all you can do is argue, bitch and moan, and point fingers that you're unwilling to back up.
I'll gladly face any accusation you toss my way, just try me, butterfly.
I've had a couple of guys like that...I thought Eben was, until I found out he was leaving two days before poofing on me -.- He fucked my world forty ways from over, and I was left holding the pieces together on a frayed and fragile thread. Apparently I can REALLY pick 'em.
It just sucks that I've spent years and years holding this guy up on a pedestal, nobody else ever had a real chance with me because I gave myself to him years ago...It sucks that he had to be the one to shatter my reality.
What really sucks is that I still love him, and always will.
And, it also sucks that this will be my third divorce at age 23...I knew better than to get married again, and if it had been anyone else then no way, but blindly I believed that he was the one.
Aaaaand the fact that I'm stuck without food or a phone kinda sucks too...LOL.
Hey...Your man got a brother? LOL ;)
You know, I'm really not looking forward to going back to the dating world. It's like playing Sorry, and sliiiiiiding back on the board...You're bound to knock a few pegs off on the way back.
There's a level of "dirty" that you should never go with the person you claim to love.
But...Yeah. I'm actually never going to get married again. Last time there was an "Unless Eben ever comes over" clause, but this time I'm setting it in stone. I'm tired of having to start my life over every year or so >.<