Another time of year when dead things come back to life. In nature anyway.
Today is the 2-year anniversary of losing Sally. Did I ever mention that? And the 2nd anniversary of losing Pop is just around the corner, July 3rd.
And just like then, B is missing from my life while I deal with the grief and loss.
All of a sudden, in the space of a few months I lost Sally, Pop and B was gone too. It's a wonder I didn't lose my mind.
Ups and downs, ups and downs. Our last conversation made me feel like I was the bad guy. For making him feel bad and like he's a terrible person. I'm the bad guy for wanting to talk about our future. I'm the bad guy because I'm bringing reality into the situation.
He doesn't understand that, of course, I'm going to speak my mind because I've been able to do that with him during our whole relationship. I have someone who listens to and pays attention to me, so I have a certain standard now. I can't imagine being in a relationship with anyone who you couldn't talk to about anything with.
Is it not normal to be straightforward, honest and direct in a relationship?
I do truly believe that IF we do end up together, that we will indeed need therapy if we have any chance of turning what we have, what we've had, into a real relationship. Love isn't enough to repair years of mistrust, and insecurities.
Then again, is that enough of a reason to say, forget it and we shouldn't bother? Are we already doomed because I won't be able to really get over the resentment of waiting for the man I love for so long?
The reason for all the waiting has been love. Love he has for his daughter, love I have for him. And right now I'm not feeling much love.
I am just feeling like all of this waiting is, well, just not worth it.
At least I finally realized that I'm worthy of a relationship and love right now just as I am. I don't have to be "better" in any areas of my life
I want someone to commit forever to and they do the same with me. We choose each other and put the other one first.
All I want is someone to call my own and put me first and I'll do the same for them.
I know V and O won't stay here forever - and as much as that pains me, it's the reality.
But, if at the end of the day, it's me, Noire and maybe some other cats, I'm OK with that.