Monday, October 13, 2014

This and That

I sure haven't been here much lately. Life just moving along like a slow river. Summer over, Fall settling in.

I am not dating "that guy" anymore. He was very nice and lot's of fun. We got intimate physically and that was good for me in a way. I had worried I would never be attracted to someone ever again post divorce. I was very attracted to him, enough to sleep with him several times and with robust energy.

The first time I was a little afraid I'd flip out afterwards and have a massive sweep of guilt. Or a giant depression over the loss of my partner of 18 years. I was afraid of the difference, and that it would make me feel bad or make me cry. None of those things happened. We had fun joyful sex without any deep feelings, just appreciated each other fully in our human middle-aged bodies. So now I know, I can do that and not feel bad. As long as I feel respected, it can just be about exploration and desire.

But all in all he was not the guy for me, I was not the girl for him. He had some big tough walls, intimacy issues, and not enough time for me. He didn't want a girlfriend, and didn't seem to even really want to make time to see me consistently. There were red flags the whole way that he would not be a partner for very long. We ended it mutually because I didn't like how it was making me feel, wondering all the time when I would get to see him again. Long silences between dates. He was always busy, too busy to date me really. He admitted he had too many other things going on in his life to "date" right now. 

We ended it friendly and it wouldn't surprise me at all if we got together once in awhile just to hang out. Perhaps another roll in the hay if neither of us have any reason not to. 

I suppose as far as dating goes he was a good first step in knowing what I want and don't want. I wanted a little more connection and a little more of his time. I don't want to be crowded, and he didn't crowd me at all. Perhaps something in the middle. Someone I could rely on to be in touch and would want to make time to see me instead of squeezing me in here and there. He kind of made me feel like a chore, that's not the way I want to feel.

Onward, well not really. Just floating along and not making any serious efforts to meet people. Focusing on work, trying to get a promotion, dealing with a new person at work who has an attitude problem.

Looking at almost a year has passed that Jeckyll moved out. It was November 1st. What a year. What a long and serious year. Things have evened out at this point. Jeckyll and I still friends, we stay in touch. We get together occasionally and it no longer sends me into a two day tailspin. He really is a friend to me and I hope I'm a good friend to him.

I'm good. We're good.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Visit "Home"

I ask the question of myself, what is home?

I went to visit my parents last week. Hadn't been there in maybe 4 years? For reasons.

It's the last place I want to "vacation".

But I went and just told myself I was performing a welfare check. They don't tell me anything, so I can't trust that they are doing as well as they want me to think they are.
My father is in pretty good shape, except for still driving as fast as ever and having not very good vision.

My mother has osteoporosis, has for years, but seemingly now better than last time. No wheelchair, just the walker. She is all of 4 feet tall now, hunched and lopsided, but mobile to an extent. She tries to take a walk every day with her walker to keep exercising. I admire that.

Her complaints range from the usual old age complaints. All her friends but one have passed away. She doesn't sleep well and has random aches and pains. She can't do everything she used to be able to do, and I think pretty much she's bored. A little housebound. My Dad is not a whole lot of fun, prefers a book and the TV.

Her complaints also range on the absurd. She likes to order at a restaurant and then complain there's too much food. When they always bring home leftovers anyway, and don't have to cook the next day.

She complains about my brother. Something that would normally have me in the middle, because for sure she's going to put me in the middle, but this time I stayed out of it the best I could.

One day she wanted to know if my shirt was on backwards because "the pretty part is in the back".

Another day she wanted lobster rolls for lunch, so we bought a steamed lobster and I showed her how to get all the meat out (something she'd never done before). It was just over one pound, not a big lobster by any stretch, about the same amount of meat as a can of tuna fish. She accused me of throwing all the meat away, after she stood and watched me clean the whole thing. I almost pulled out all the shells and showed her but thought better of it. Just said, "you just saw me take it all out, it was a very small lobster".

Little things that tick me off. Little things I cannot change. I had to take deep breaths and just let it all go.

I think this was the first time I saw so clearly how manipulative and nuts she is. Very passive aggressive. She wants everything her way and behaves like a child. So I treated her as a child. Just ignored insults, ignored any snide comments, took her love and affection when it was given. Waited out the week until my plane ride home.

Home.

To work, friends, dog, life.

Home.


Friday, August 29, 2014

Going Slow?

I've never dated someone in this fashion before, going slow.

We had our second date over a week ago and our third date is tonight.

To be fair we probably would have seen each other sooner except for both of us being busy most of the time. I was busy all weekend, he had late work nights this week, so suddenly it's 9 days later before we connect again.

I think it's just what I need. Something casual where I'm not pressured into forming a bond with someone too quickly or too intensely. I like him, but I'm not going all head-over-heels and that's just fine. It's too hard for me to trust anyone yet anyway. It would take a long time for him to gain my trust, only because that's how I am now. No fault of his.

If I met a man now who pressured me into getting together every day or even every other day I would run screaming for the hills. I wouldn't be ready for the intensity of falling in love. That's not to say I couldn't fall in love with this guy eventually, the potential is there, but I'm not trying and neither is he.

I think he's treading lightly anyway, because he knows about my recent history. He's asked about the divorce, but politely has not asked why we divorced. I'm not even sure I have an easy answer to that question if it comes up. The easiest thing to say would be that we became incompatible, but that doesn't really cover it.

I guess I don't know where this is going. I'm looking forward to my date tonight and all that entails. It's enough to just go a day at a time.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

No Therapy

It's been very weird these past few weeks with my therapist on a month long vacation.

It's like I really truly get to make my own decisions without checking in with anyone. A-ny-one.

Life is still messy with loose strings here and there I'm supposed to be attending to. I started a house project that is going to (of course) take five times longer than expected, but it's not keeping me up at night worrying over it. I'll get to it.

I'm supposed to be working on the details of my last will and testament, and there it sits at my desk, half done. But I'm gonna do it eventually. Halfway there.

Things feel good right now. I'm so busy with friends, and it's not just the comedy stuff which I've once again ratcheted down. Just dinners with friends, and now apparently I'm dating again.

First date went great, have a second one coming. I don't know if this is a rebound for me but if it is, so be it. He's very nice, a total gentleman, and I enjoy his company. That's all
I need to know right now. Can't make it any more than it is. Just someone I have fun with and we're attracted to each other at this moment. He may turn out to be an asshole, or he could turn out to be the nice person he portrays himself to be.


I still need to shut down this blog. Coming soon. Fall will be it, when I am cooped up and have time to edit it to book form.

Soon.


Saturday, August 16, 2014

Moving On

The anniversaries are over and I'm no worse off than I was before. In fact Tuesday was the bad one, feeling sad at work. I stayed home that night and went to bed early. Got a random text message around 9:00pm from a man I met two weeks ago, asking me out on a date. Somehow that made Wednesday quite a bit easier.

I met him through a mutual friend and a group of us had spent the evening together drinking beer and talking up a storm. As the evening wore on he said a few things that were making me attracted to him. He's close to my age, he likes to cook (as a hobby), loves dogs (loved Otto), he's employed, and he's NOT a comedian but he does have a sense of humor.

I kept thinking I should ask for his number and I kept chickening out, the whole evening. When we were all saying our goodbyes he gave me a hug saying, "it was nice to meet you". That hug stuck with me, then he was out the door and gone.

So I asked our mutual friend to give him my phone number. She said she would, but sometimes she's a flake. Then I just didn't give it another thought.

Two weeks later, we're going out tonight. I know I already had a first date after the divorce but that felt like a blind date. It was uncomfortable and awkward. This feels more like a real date because we've already met and spent some time together.

I'm not nervous yet. I'm excited. It's just opening another chapter in my life. I don't want to fall in love again, not yet. I'm definitely going to be wary and probably mistrustful. But I have to try not to stay that way forever, or I'll never connect with anyone again.

So perhaps we'll have a fun evening. Perhaps we'll hit it off. Perhaps I'll get a goodnight kiss. We'll see.

Monday, August 11, 2014

The Anniversaries

19 years ago tomorrow Jeckyll and I met. Just kids, not much older than Scumbag is right now. We met, we fell in love, we became inseparable. On Wednesday it would have been our 15 year wedding anniversary.

One year ago we had been talking separation and divorce, and then Jeckyll decided he would stay. That was short lived. Only to rescind his decision about a month later.

Yesterday I was sad. A creeping sadness. Knowing I just have to get through this week.

I put in a long day at work today and thankfully only found myself crying in the bathroom once.

I bought myself flowers at the grocery store. Bought a new purse on "super sale".

I'm going to get together with a friend tonight and hang out on a bar patio and bring the dog so he can flirt with people when I am bad at it. He does the work for me.

I'm going to make it through tomorrow and Wednesday hopefully without too many meltdowns. Try to keep the memories at bay.

I don't want to do it anymore, the mourning. It inches away week by week oh so slowly. I look forward to a day where I don't give it any thought, where it has no power anymore.

I look forward to a day where my inner dialogue doesn't tell me I'll be alone forever, that I'm unlovable, and that I have nothing or no one to really care about, so why bother?

I look forward to a night where I can sleep longer than 2-3 hours at a time.

I used to be somewhat happy. I'd like that back too.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

August 2014

Yes another painting. I did four in a week and sold one to a friend online. Feels pretty good actually.

I have been good, except still struggling with sleep issues. I have to wonder sometimes if the stress of a new job combined with the divorce this past year didn't just send me into some kind of PTSD that only affects my ability to sleep. It's as if while I'm trying to sleep I'm still hyper vigilant, never fully asleep, never fully at rest, ready for anything. I take three or four two-hour naps all night. That's my sleep. I am always tired.

Acupuncture seems to be minimally helping. It's too soon to tell.

I've applied to join a charity group that seems interesting. I'm a probationary member for 30 days. I'll meet a bunch of the women involved in about a week. I have to remind myself it isn't just if they like me and I'm a good fit, it's will I like them and am I a good fit. Goes both ways. Maybe I'll make wonderful new friends, that's what I hope. That's the goal, to get out and about and do something different, meet new people. I'll be way far out of my comfort zone, but that's how change happens.

How do I feel about life right now? Passive. I'm floating along with work and friends and no goal except to have the ground under my feet stay still for awhile.

Am I doing things? Half-assed. Like normal. I am generally half-assed about most things, unless it is a big project. There are projects I could start right now but without the money there's no point, yet. In the works. Save, save, save as much as I can. This house that was left to me is almost more than I can handle. I should feel grateful, but on the way to work this morning I was thinking it's just a house now, not a home. Not anymore. Not right now. A home is where you live with family, with loved ones. I have no family anymore. Just friends and acquaintances. So I live in this house that meant so much to me before, just to find out now it's a means to an end and there's less joy in the upkeep. I have a very nice house with a roof and a bed and many, many bills. It's better than no roof and no bed. It doesn't always feel like home. Home is in the past.

I could rent it, and live someplace smaller with a tiny yard. I only need two bedrooms. One to sleep and one to paint. I only need one bathroom. I don't need a giant kitchen to cook for just me. The dog wouldn't care and there's no more cats. I could actually live with a mini refrigerator, I like grocery shopping day to day. I don't need all this stuff, I hardly use any of it anymore. It sits gathering dust. Jeckyll should have taken more bookshelves. He should have taken dishes and cookware and glasses and tables and bric-a-brac. He should have taken towels and sheets and blankets. He should have gotten half of this crap. Half the forks and knives.

He didn't even take any wedding pictures, or vacation pictures. Nothing. He left this house and our life together like it was something he never wanted to remember. I'm stuck trying to decide if that cute little vase we bought in Jamaica on our honeymoon is worth sitting on the mantle. Every time I see it I remember where it's from. I want to pack it away, and all the other reminders, because. But the house would be bare without it all. Empty shelves and empty walls. It would look like I was packing to move. My memories are all over this place.

Life is different single. Even with a roommate. We don't eat at the table. We don't use the dining room. I rarely watch TV and I don't play video games. Nobody really comes over to hang out except on the patio and we don't have parties. Half my basement is filled with other people's belongings because I'm nice and I offer storage to folks who need it, for free.

Maybe in winter that will feel different. We do spend most of our down time outside right now. When cooped up we may appreciate the dining room, the television, the extra space indoors so we don't step all over each other.

I think I'll give it some time, procrastinate, then decide. Maybe I need to get out of this house with all the memories, and start over and make a home by myself, for my future. 

These are the things I think about now. I'm not waiting for him to come back, he's not coming back. This is reality. He's not coming back, and I'm very very very slowly moving forward.