Saturday night, just another day in the week to me. Normally I would have to work in the morning but since I decided to quit my job n don't start my other one full time till Tue. I guess I could have gone out and done the 'expected' thing of someone my age, get all pretty, get a buzz, go out to the bar, drink, smile, laugh, pretend that I have no cares in the world besides my next drink and who could be buying it, check out the 'hotties' and possible 'potential' . But it just seems too overrated to me at the moment. So I choose to do the responsible thing. I have ten dollars in my checking account, sure I could go out spend it within a half an hour, and then when the week comes beg my mom or dad to send or give me some money. But I decided if I wanna drink, have a few beers at home. Really I don't care cmuch for dancing so I'm not loseing out there. The friends I would have gone out with either know everyone at the bar they go to nightly n I would have bin left standing there by my self, not really caring to meet anyone new. Or I could have gone out with a diff. Group of friends who wanna get drunk, dance, n show there good looks off and find a hook up for the night. Idk. I know I should be out havin fun, lettin my worries go, but it just seems like a life I led for far too long before, only to know, that you can't drink things away, that most people you meet at the bar are only lookin for a good time. How when I have found someone that I can not have to be all those fake things with, wanna go out there and try to find that again. I don't know if ill ever find someone who I can connect so well with again. I have to have faith, but a bar is not going to be wher I'm going to find what I'm looking for. Even tho I still hold on to the fact that hopefully him n I had something that will , somEday come back together again. Maybe once I get my head on straight. I put my all into someone that I like and care about and it seems to always ruin it. I know I come on top strong. I know I prob. Scare the shit outta people. But I believe that once they realize that I was always my self, told them the truth no matter what, never pretended to be someone I wasn't. That they will see. Now that sounds a little crazy n I don't mean it in a physco way. Not at all. If someone tells me straight up they want nothing to dp with me, or something like that, I'm not stupid I get the point. The thing I'm seeing now is, I have truly cared about 3 men in my life. The first one started off as a silly high school flame. I was insecure, had a lot of family issues and just wanted someone to love me. He showed me affection often which led to us being together. Not together relationship wise, you know what I mean. I always mad excuesses for it. Why we weent dating, always trying, and succeding in making my self believe my stupid explanations. We lasted, our botty calls, abuse, physical, and emotional, for about 5 years. Its safe to say all of my high school life was bassed on him. Every enemy I had, every time I cried , got drunk, rerational, crazy, was cause I just wanted him to want to be with me for something other than sex. Every even remote gestur of kindness I would take for he cares about me. Idk what finally tore is apart but thank god it did. Last 4th of July I came into contact with him again. We talked, we became friends. Talking just occasionally. At one point in time we confronted the way he had treated me. Why he did. He didn't know but he apologized over and over again. Tellin me he was wrong to do that. We confronted a lot of issues. We established a relationship of friend ship and I had closure. That 4th of July he wanted me to come up and see him for the weekend. He wanted to actually take me out on a date and spend some time with me. When he finally allowed himself to see me for who I was he liked me and wanted to pursue me. That was not something I was able to dp because by that point in time I had learned to see he was not someone I was actually intersted in, instead I was just looking for love I was not finding at home. I dated off n on other men but when I met the 2nd man that I can say I truly card about he swept me off my feet. I knew not much about him, but he seemed so amazing. We hit it off so to say. The first night he kissed me will go down in the books as one of the sweetest moments I shared with him. We started spending a lot of time together right away. Watching movies, goin out with friends etc. He had moved back home due to some problems and was struggling to find out where his life was going. At the time I was blind to this. I thought that we were just two people who found each other and made each other happy. As time went on alcohol and partys became more of our time out than personal time alone. He started drinking heavly and I, who had bin a hard drinker before hand, was right there next to him. Not drinking as much but allowing him to drink away thinking were young, he's with me, he cares about me, this is how its posta be. Well the drinking became a problem for him. To the point where his mom kicked him out, he got his own place. Partys every night with all his friends who drank too much. But I thought, hey, were young, were havin fun, I'm the one he's with. But then the girlfriend in me kicked in. I started wanting some me and him Time. Maybe a dinner out, a movie. But drinking always was first with the friends. My un happiness and my unhappiness with him not careing that I was feeling that way pushed him away. Soon he was 'out with the boys' for the night. Don't worry. Although your out with a bunch of alcoholics who's only concern was finding a girl to fuck for the night. But still, my heart held true and I held on. Despite my friends advice, and that voice I tried to ignore from within. There came a point where I was worried about his cheeting. I didn't no what to think. I had experienced times where he was so drunk he couldn't even recognize who I was. But was willing to do anything physical with me. There are many times that I could recall where it was so obvious that he was cheeting but I don't need to pull up those old painful memories. Still despite everyting things got to a point where I thougth things were about to change. He got a full time job in the town I lived in. Which ment him having to get up at 6 am and be to work at 7. We started to spend nights thogether at my place and he would stay over so he could sleep a little longer. I remember on eater Sunday was when he really made his spot at my place perment. He had allowed one of his friends to stay at his place till he got on his feet and he confessed to me how he wanted to do good with this job n stop his partying ways and his new roomate was unemployed and always partyin. On that easter it was kinda silly but I really wanted eggs. He always cooked me eggs in the morning when we first started dating. He said he would cook me some but I had to go to his place and get them. He lived in the next town which was only abou a 5 min drive so I ageede. Then he mentioned how I should grab his dirty laundry so he could do it for work the next day. I asked him where it was. He said everything in the corner of his room. Well I get to his place only to realize that ALL his clothes were in the corner of his room. So I brought all of it. That was when he tec. Moved in. I gave him his own key cause he usually got off work before I did. We did good for a couple months. We really, settled down, in our partying ways. Our friends would say we were like an. Old couple, but it wasn't like that. He would get up for work early in the morning, shower, hop back into bed and kiss n cuddle for a bit. He would go off to work. I,D go to work a couple hours later. He couldn't adord a cell at the time so he would get home and email me at work from the Apt. We'd chat. I'd get home. We'd order some dinner and watch a movie or TV and then head to bed. Sometimes we would read, or talk. It was nice. His friends would call my cell asking if they could talk to my husband, not funny, but it was nice to know that they knew we were together. Sometimes I would hear them say oh, were going to his Apt. Refering to mine. But meaning his. He never paid bills, rent, had free net, I let him have people over when he wanted to etc. Eventually things got dull. He fell into his old ways. He would sit on my computer for hours n I noticded he was talkin to a lot of girls. He also stopped refering to me as his girlfriend, he was single, just didn't wanna be in a relationship at that Time. I figured well he's living with me, he can't be doing too much. I actually sat behind hiM one night while he was on the comp talking to another girl flirting with her. I locked my self in the batherom and wouldn't come out. Little or a lot to say, we ended. Like I only knew how to do I tried to hang on by still having sex with him. Even when I knew he was messing with other girls and trying to start a relationship with one, I knew his weakness was when he was drunk so I took advantage of it. I just wanted to feel like he still card about me. It got to a point where even his friends made a point to say, I just wish he would leave your alone. He's fucked with your life to much. Well I eventually ended up moving about 30 mIn away n he moved away to follow another girl. Recently we have become friends again. He has done a 180 in his life. Doesn't drink and found out what he wants in life. He offered for me to come up there and stay with him for a weekend . To take me out, spend some time with me. I didn't do it because I had already meet **** and even tho we were broken up at the time and my roomate thought I should do it. I jait couldn't bail out on my heart n who I care about ****. Me and the 2nd man keep a very close friendship. If he was the way he is now back when I knew him we would be together now. He saw me for who I am now. He couldn't understand how he let me go. Said that if he had another chance now that his life is strainted out.... Yadda yadda. Idk. I just think I come on too strong, I'm real. I don't sugar coat too much and I don't care if you don't Like me, I'm me. And that's what they see now, that I cared about them, that no matter what I would have bin by there side, that when my heart cares about someone it doesn't stop. Maybe it changes , such as from romantic to friendship. But with **** I just hope we can work things out cause ... He's the first person that has liked me for me. Where it wasn't all about sex.
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