Slightly Less Pathetic Than Yesterday
In the slightly less than six months since I left my wife, I have managed to fall in love and get my heart broken. Brenda (not her real name) is a woman I met at the coffee house where I used to (but might again someday) hang out. We started spending time together as friends in that she had (has?) a boyfriend but quickly found ourselves in bed together. I had never planned to be the "other man", but I guess since it happened I can cross it off the list.
I was out of town on business last week and Brenda's man (a jealous psychopath) decided to check her phone records and he found out that we have been talking even though she promised him that she would stay away from me. (I realize I'm leaving a lot out here - sorry.) Things got ugly and Brenda has asked me not to call or seek contact with her while she "figures some things out." I've complied with her wishes but I hate it a lot.
Saturday was the worst. I spent most of the evening lying on my bed listening to sad music and crying. I would normally consider myself to be reasonably masculine and not too emo, but nothing about this scene was the least little bit dignified or male.
Last night I cleaned up my place and invited my neighbors, a cool young couple over to watch a movie. We picked Where the Buffalo Roam, featuring Bill Murray as Hunter S. Thompson. We laughed a ton and drank three bottles of red between us.
I woke up with a minor hangover but without the major Brenda ache that I've been walking around with since she asked for some space. I still miss her and if she were to call today I can't imagine not welcoming her back into my life, but for now most of the sting seems to be gone.
I got to work and ate some ibuprofen and sucked down a couple of real Cokes with real sugar (I never drink real Coke). Just when my stomach was ready for some food Natalie (a wicked cool woman that I work with) showed up with a big sack of Arby's junior roast beef sandwiches. I ate three of those bad boys. They were my salvation.
So yeah, I'm slightly less pathetic than yesterday and that's a nice place to be. I'm writing a novel. I think I'm gonna go work on that now.
Thanks for playing.
I was out of town on business last week and Brenda's man (a jealous psychopath) decided to check her phone records and he found out that we have been talking even though she promised him that she would stay away from me. (I realize I'm leaving a lot out here - sorry.) Things got ugly and Brenda has asked me not to call or seek contact with her while she "figures some things out." I've complied with her wishes but I hate it a lot.
Saturday was the worst. I spent most of the evening lying on my bed listening to sad music and crying. I would normally consider myself to be reasonably masculine and not too emo, but nothing about this scene was the least little bit dignified or male.
Last night I cleaned up my place and invited my neighbors, a cool young couple over to watch a movie. We picked Where the Buffalo Roam, featuring Bill Murray as Hunter S. Thompson. We laughed a ton and drank three bottles of red between us.
I woke up with a minor hangover but without the major Brenda ache that I've been walking around with since she asked for some space. I still miss her and if she were to call today I can't imagine not welcoming her back into my life, but for now most of the sting seems to be gone.
I got to work and ate some ibuprofen and sucked down a couple of real Cokes with real sugar (I never drink real Coke). Just when my stomach was ready for some food Natalie (a wicked cool woman that I work with) showed up with a big sack of Arby's junior roast beef sandwiches. I ate three of those bad boys. They were my salvation.
So yeah, I'm slightly less pathetic than yesterday and that's a nice place to be. I'm writing a novel. I think I'm gonna go work on that now.
Thanks for playing.
posted by BoyJake at 4:43 PM
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