Nope, don’t throw your computer out the window. I don’t mean with Mr. OoT. After I wrote and posted my last entry I went back and re-read the whopping NINE posts I made in 2019. All with varying degrees of ‘look what an idiot I am!’. I promised I was done with Mr. OoT over and over again. Yikes. Pretty pathetic.
I promised myself that I would start 2020 in a better place; not just geographically (because, duh, the beach) but mentally. And I didn’t. I let myself down. Things had been ‘over’ for a while, I just didn’t want to admit it. The last time I visited Mr. OoT (he bought a house towards the end of last year that I spent WAY too much time, energy and money helping fix up) pretty much illustrated how much my feelings had waned. I was sick the week before and he was away working. He would call and say how he wished he were there to take care of me. I said that would be awesome. He returned home and I was still sick. Did he come take care of me like he said? No, of course not. He was ‘busy’. Whatever. We had agreed that when he was home that the dogs and I would come stay at his house in his town and we did. Too bad that he was now sick. I took care of him. I cooked. I decorated. I ran errands. Know what else I did? I slept in the guest room. Uhm…..
I don’t need a ‘buddy’. I certainly don’t need a long distance friend. I figured I would stay in the guest room the 1st night only as Mr. OoT was coughing up a storm. Nope. I stayed there all week. Quite the roommate situation. The 2nd night I was there we watched a movie on the couch. When it was time for bed, we walked down the hall together and he kissed me on my forehead and stopped in front of the guest room door. I said ‘really?’ He just chuckled, went into his room and shut the door. What the fuck?
Although it was the best sleep I’d ever gotten with him (he snores loud enough to wake the dead and gets up about a dozen times a night), this wasn’t what I signed up for. When I really thought about it though, I wasn’t all that upset. That’s when I knew we were over. It dragged on a few more weeks and ended in the shit-show of a road trip and 1st week of the year. I dropped him off at the airport on January 7th, stayed in town to visit a few friends, and returned back to my beach haven 200lbs lighter on January 9th.
To walk into my beach haven and have it all to myself, free of negative energy and sadness was amazing. This year I celebrated New Year’s on January 9th. New year, new outlook, new attitude and new standards. It is never okay to allow someone/anyone to talk to you like you’re a piece of shit. That shit is reserved for my mother. 😉
Happy New Year!!!
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