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Dec. 15th, 2008

  • 11:31 AM
Chris
Chris had to be at work at midnight, so I stayed downstairs with a fussy Ryder, and then read a bit after he left and passed out, literally book in hand about 1 am. 5 am (3-4 hours before he's supposed to be of I miss a call from Chris, so I check my voicemails and then call him back when I can see enough to press something other than the 1 key for messages. He wanted to know which door to go in, so I say the front door is locked and bolted but the slide lock is undone. He tells me I'm going to have to bring him to the emergency room. That the pain of his kidney stones is too much and he can't manage it anymore. So I PANIC, fly downstairs with Ryder tell my mom to watch him, go get dressed and Chris is home like 5 minutes later. I reach for the keys, he says he's coming in he has to change, I'm like to go to the ER?! He's like I'll be there a while. I said okay, he thanked me for the rice krispie treats said everyone loved them, I reached for the dish they were in and he went up stairs to change, I went downstairs and put the dish on the counter. He drives there, we get there about 5:30ish about 8 we leave, he's on morphine, has about 3 or 4 more stones in his kidney aside from the ones he's passing. They send him home with percocet and flowmax. We go to IHOP (where I'm informed Chris is feeling claustrophobic, he's indecisive, he wants to be sure, that it hurts him that the kids ask every time if they're going to get to spend the night, how he's torn up inside, and is putting me on the same level as the kids, oh and he's very protective of his children, I'm going to chalk the last comment up the muscle relaxers and pain meds) to eat so when we pick up the scripts he can take one. Head over to Rite-Aid, he has dual insurance, and the first from the Air Force wants a generic brand, such good care for the men and women serving our country, right? So he looks for his other card, and we go home and start digging. As we're coming off 900, and turn onto 4500, we end up behind bum bum bum MELISSA! We get to 1300 and the lights red, we're in the turn lane she's going straight. I get this look on my face. Chris asks what's up. I said the irony of my life is hilarious, because if I didn't laugh I would cry. He's like what? I said it's me, you, then Melissa, stuck at a red light, which means YOU CAN'T MOVE FORWARD. My GOD the irony! He's like she didn't pull forward she didn't make eye contact. I said that's not the point. So aside from the 14 cops we passed on the way, I was a little more than already frazzled. So we're pulling into the complex, and Bob the landlord is pulling in as well. I'm like Fucking Christ it's going to be a fan-fucking-tastic day! Chris goes to talk to him, informs me that Bob is 'cutting him some slack about us being here because of all the work Chris does here.' FUCK YOU OLD MAN! This place looks AMAZING! And you DON'T know about the TWO 80LB MOTHER FUCKING DOGS HERE OR THE CAT because GUESS WHAT!? We're NEAT people! We CLEAN up after ourselves so SHOVE IT UP YOUR MORMON ASS! We head back over to Rite-Aid, few more cops later, I'm exhausted and I just know this god damn day is NO where near over with. What's next Big on my door with flowers? Chyea right!

Complicated

  • Oct. 11th, 2008 at 2:07 PM
Chris
So I really know how to step in it. C and I were texting last night, and then he called. I answered, we were on the phone for 40 minutes. I had to pee and check on Ryder, so I said I'd call him back, and I did. . .about 2 hours later we ended the call. He called again this morning, and is going to call me later tonight. Big and I were on the phone before and after, texting in between, and was the last texts at night. Like he used to be.
He also met K last night. Which I am more okay with than I thought I would be. Still sucks they met each other before I met either lol.
Then there's J who's like my horror movie soulmate, and is just so intelligent and funny. Quick on the draw.
And now Idaho turned out to be the bitch I knew she was. Using her new found religion to chastise Big for the way he lives, when no more than a week ago she was doing the same things as he.
I have a date with both J and C when I get there, but I know if Big is like let's make a go of this, I will drop them like a bad habit. I really like C though. The idea though, that's he's 38, with a 21 year old son, who is trying to make him a grandfather; at 25 is kinda scary. He has 4 kids, and he's amazing with them. He says the most amazing things to me, he seems to be mesmerized by me or something. He thinks everything I do is fantastic. He calls just to say good morning, texts whenever he gets a free minute. And was showing me around to his co-workers on his cell the other day. He thanks me for talking to him, and tells me he enjoys it. He says things like he's amazed at how I handle things with Ryder. I don't know if part of his charm is the way he just spoils me with affection. It's been a long time, a very long time, since I've had someone do that.
Big is the love of my life, and he's doing this incredible thing. He's wanted to live in Vegas for the longest time. He's giving that chance up to make sure I have a place to stay in Cedar. He's telling them on Monday that he wants to do what he was hired on for and go to Cedar for 6 months, and if then things need to change he'll go to Vegas. He wants us to put the lease in our name and still take care of the deposit and stuff. I don't even know what to make of that. He keeps saying taking me into consideration, and I cry, I literally cry every time he says it. I keep telling him that he doesn't need to do that, but on the other hand, I am SO thankful he is.
We'll see what Monday holds, they may very well tell him no you have to stay. Things are just getting so complicated. And scary. I feel like a hypocrite. I keep telling Big not to deny us, and that it's not fair to push the idea of an us to the backburner solely because of the distance, yet here I am with C, planning a few months worth of activities the weekend after I get there. It started as a distraction from Big, something to ease me into the idea of he and Idaho. Now I don't know what it is. I know I love him with every fiber of my being, and I have for a very long time. If he said today I want to be with you and you only, I would drop everyone else in my life, but I am starting to feel bad about it with C, which means I am starting to like him more than I thought.
Serenity prayer time.

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Irony

  • Sep. 3rd, 2008 at 10:48 AM
think

So no more than an hour after I post my blog yesterday I get this from guy 3:

You are unblocked if you would like to reply and i am waving the white surrender flag. I hate this.

Even as much as you think you won't get it, you are first on the list. I really do appreciate what you did for me and it turned out to be a positive thing as i got my letter in writing from them accepting my terms of employment. If everything goes as planned, i will bein their employ the first of october.

How are you and Ryder doing??? I really do hope everything is well. You can text too if you want - up to you.

I replied:

I've been sitting here for an hour now. Running through every possible scenario. The first half hour I sat staring. . .daring myself to open the message. Telling myself what's the worst it could say? Nothing could be as painful or as infuriating as what's already been said. The second half hour I've just. . . been sitting, thinking, wanting to say everything I never got to say. Wanting to say nothing. Thinking of the irony of this message in comparison to the journal entry I just wrote, no more than an hour prior to you sending it.

I don't know what to say to you Ron. I don't know if I want to say I hate this too and I've missed you, or that I hate you for what you did, what you said, and all the things you didn't say and should have. You always were one to encourage me to do things I've never done, and to challenge me, and even in the depths of silence you still do, you've rendered me speechless.

5 minutes later I get a request to be added back to his yahoo, after several moments hesitation there as well. . .

Ron: hi
Me: hi
Ron: how do i render you speechless???
Ron: even ion silence
Ron: in
Ron: and what did you r journal entry say???
Me: Because I don't know what to say. . .we've been silent for so long, stopping only to fight some more, and now I don't know what to say. I honestly don't know what to say.
Me: I think sharing my writings with you caused enough damage, but the jist was that I missed you. I hated you, but I missed you.
Ron: i have missed you too
Ron: and i am sorry you hate me
Me: I shouldn't say that. . .I don't hate you, I don't think I'm capable of that. I hate. . .what you didn't say, and that you cheated me out of what. . .nevermind. I don't hate you
Ron: cheated you out of what???
Ron: and i wouldn't blame you if you did hate me
Me: what could have been.
Ron: i deserve nothing less
Me: Had you put half as much energy into telling me how you felt as you did denying it and pushing me away, don't you know I would have been there by now. I thought I was doing the right thing by waiting, by giving you space and time. I knew the risk though, that you'd meet someone in the meantime, and it was one I was willing to take to not rush anything. I guess the cards just didn't land in my favor.
Me: That's not what you deserve, and you know that. That's what you keep telling yourself you deserve because you don't want to believe you can have anything real.
Ron: maybe
Ron: maybe i believe it becasue i haven't had anything real
Ron: so what did you think the pm said???
Me: I thought you'd be yelling at me for saying something
Ron: i don't yell too loud
Me: Sometimes you do
Ron: i really wish you were here so i could tell you in person i am sorry
(Half hour's hesitiation)
Me: one sec Ryder's up
Ron: text or call me
Ron: i am going out to my uncle's and i keep losing my connection
Ron: (phone number)

After several hours hesitation in the textiing department:

Me: text text text (for lack of anything else to say).
(something we used to always do with one another too)
Him: Don't you have anything else to say? LOL
Me: Nope, wait. . .nope
Him: How is your booger doing?
Me: How did you know I called him booger? You scare me. He's good, waking up for food again.
Him: That is what I call maddi
Me: He just peed on me AGAIN
Him: LMAO
Me: Yeah he does the same thing. He gets this big grin on his face
(I sent him 2 pictures of Ryder and his goofy face)
Him: Did you get the picture I sent?
Me: No :(
Me: Last thing I got was "LMAO"
Him: It'll get there in the middle of the night
Me: Probably

1:24 am picture comes in
1:32 am
Him: Awww...

Today I search BStuff as always, poking around for something to occupy my time, read through the long posts and respond to my never ending baby thread chock full of drama, and I stumbled across this from him posted the 1st:

LOL...that's funny!!!


Don't worry Ryan you aren't the only one. But i don't know who is more wrapped around who's finger in my case. The 4 and 6 yo girls of the girl i am seeing will drop whatever they are doing when i get there and are glued to my side. They would also rather see me than their own dad!!! Is that bad??? LOL!!!

And that my friends is where it all came crashing down. I thought I could do this. . .could be civil, be friends. I can't. It kills me. That was supposed to be us. He knew how I felt after david, how cheated, short changed, how. . .robbed I felt. David promised a life and stole away a dream, Ron swore on everything, and fought, and promised he was not like david. Even until the very end. He's the spitting image of david, he just hides his sheeps clothing better. He promised a new life, a better life, he promised somethin far more than david ever did. He promised a best friend. David promised a fairy tale, Ron was the fairy tale, he just let himself be the Grimm too.