Happiness, erika!
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
That's no laughing matter.
I saw what you did there.
Happy Erika day!
Happy Birthday, erika!
How the heck do hyenas mate, then? I mean, with a penis and a pseudo-penis... there's only keys and no lock, if you know what I mean... poor hyenas, no wonder they're snarly bastards.
I guess Jamaica has Netflix because we will never have a local variant. Its very crippled, though. My sister tossed it after an hour. Frustratingly, my Instant account is limited to that when I'm there.
I said happy birthday to erika, right? Never hurts to say it twice - happy birthday!
I'm having a drink tomorrow with StW. I'm giving him the last of his stuff back. It'll be the first time we've spoken in person since, uh, May. Somebody say something wise I can use for a mantra? I find myself still angry and disappointed, and still caring what he thinks but not wanting him to know I care. I just want get through it calmly and politely, without crying in public or being petty or spiteful. Oh, self.
It is what it is.
It's what I've been using with Dad and moving and just life. Because things are so far from ideal and they are not what I want, but I can't change the fact that my Dad is declining. I can only deal with the reality. And that is what it is.
You wanted something from StW that he wouldn't or couldn't give you. And it doesn't matter which of those it was. It matters that it wasn't there. It's not going to have changed. You can return things, be nicely civil but it's over and that doesn't change. So respect yourself and just get through it.
Also, ((smonster))
Smonster, it's like the guy I was sort of dating who told me that he wanted someone to go with him on a spiritual journey, and he didn't think I was ready for that, so we decided to be friends. And then he turned around and started dating a 23 year old.
It was not that long ago that I would have thrown an epic fit when I found out (one of his friends blurted it out when we were at a bar). But, I decided that the important fact was that he didn't want to date me. In the long run, it didn't really matter why.
Just keep reminding yourself that it wasn't going to work out. And if you think that you won't handle it well, just cancel and drop the stuff off at his house when he's not home. It's about what's best for you, not making him feel comfortable.
It's funny how hard it is for the heart to catch up to what your head knows is right. Be kind with yourself, smonster.