To the core

Right about now, five years ago after a night of heavy drinking, I was on Density's couch texting back the man who had told me earlier that night he needed to speak to me. I had no idea I was opening the door to three years of mostly heart ache. At the time it just felt surreal that I was talking to him after nearly 2.5 years of pretending not to love him and nearly six months of zero contact. This past day also happened to mark 1,121 days since he last kissed me. Was looking through my apps this week completely forgetting about my counters. Couldn't believe that number coincided with this date. 

I really don't understand why it feels like the #21 haunts me, but it does. Last week I found out two of my friends and former coworkers have been having an affair and are leaving their spouses for each other. Aside from being sincerely shocked and very sad for their spouses and kids whom I've come to love, there's honestly a piece of me that is jealous. Jealous that both of them were so sure about their feelings for each other they both have blown up their lives. It makes the part of me that still loves that man wish he'd have loved me enough to do the same. 

I was so sure about him that I let myself stay entangled in his drama for years of my life. I was still so heart broken and struggling to give up and believe he was never coming back that I had to move to another state.

I'm now coming to terms with the very real likelihood that because of that mess and my attachment to the future I so badly wanted with him and no one else, I may have missed out on having biological children. 

I thought by now I wouldn't still care so much or still be so disappointed at how it all turned out, but I think every time I'm reminded just how wrong I was to believe it was mutual it's gonna fucking hurt to my core.

Myself

Three years ago the man came over for an afternoon delight. Two years ago I was single as a pringle and went to a play on Valentine's with my twin. Now this will be my second year having a genuine valentine and with one who knows pretty flowers, some chocolates, and not having to cook and preferably take-out is all that I need. I didn't watch a lick of the superbowl this year, Champlain was working and when I got home from a galentine's tea outing and food shopping I just got distracted by things around the apartment to do as we get ready for our Taco Twosday party! Which I'm pumped for! I haven't hosted a party since I don't remember... I think maybe since I had my townhouse in Chestnut Hill? Dang that's like 8 years ago. Yea I was either living with my folks or in too tiny places to host anything. We definitely had company at the apartment in West Philly but never a party, and for my 30th my grad school friend's hosted so it was a little different. It's also really cool that even though it's mostly a birthday party for Champlain, all the people that are coming, I've actually met and know! 

In years past the man would head down to Florida to visit with his dad, golf, and watch the Superbowl. In 2019 I actually drove him to the airport and he kept his car at my place. The whole thing fucked with my head because it was something I was so willing and happy to do, but when he gave me a quick peck goodbye I just couldn't reconcile the intimacy of it with the lack of clarification on what the fuck we were doing. It just made it hurt even more to acknowledge I only existed in this shadow part of his life and that it wasn't real. I hated that my most significant romantic relationship had never been a relationship at all. I wanted to hold out for that magical experience of a sex club with someone I have such an intense chemistry with and I am glad that I did, but I remember driving home from that night and at one point absentmindedly falling into the habit of holding hands while he drove and singing along to a song we both associate with us and then that moment where we both abruptly let go, realizing we'd crossed that invisible line of the situation. 

I couldn't help but wonder if the man was indeed in Florida and chuckled at the realization that somehow I've managed to date someone who's entire immediate family aside from his father, also lives in the very same city as the man's father. I haven't visited them down there yet, but probably this year at some point. I've been more worried about the man lately, wondering if he's coping well from the loss of our colleague, and still wondering if he's actually happy in his marriage. I don't really know why I still care as  much as I do and just hope that soon it stops. I don't want the heaviness of all that weighing me down even for a second any more, there's so much to be grateful for these days and wallowing on the what ifs feels so rude to my current self. I think at this point that perhaps it's just habit and I need to decide on something else to redirect my thoughts to but for some reason I'm struggling to determine what a better thing to be worried or think about could be...maybe just myself?

Disappointed

I'm home alone after a very stressful week and I'm struggling to remind myself why there are certain people that you just can't have in your life when things don't work out the way you hoped. I so badly want to text the man I spent so many years loving and pining over and wishing for a future with "Happy Birthday! Hope you have a great time celebrating with your family" because so much of me still wishes we never fucked over a genuine friendship I've never been able to replicate. But I can't and I won't because I don't know him anymore. 

I wish that shit didn't bother me at all but somehow it still does. I think it just will never sit right that I don't know someone I care so much about. I still don't understand that particular chapter of my life and it's not feeling like I ever will. I'm just so grateful that thinking about it no longer makes my heart hurt, just so disappointed.

Reset

Welp it is 2022 and I think like most people I'm doing my best to not have any grand expectations about what's ahead, but I do think there's things to look forward to. The end of the year was mayhem, from too many funerals to wrapping up the year workwise before heading out for vacation. I'm really glad I was able to take the last two weeks of the year off and go to Italy. It was truly an amazing trip but it also got me in my head quite a lot. It was my first time being on vacation with a significant other, it felt like such a big deal and it was to a degree. Champlain was a wonderful person to experience that with for sure, but there were definitely times where I wished it was with someone I knew I was building a life with, someone who was going to be my future not just my right now. I think I just started to question what the fuck I was doing moving in with someone and going on a nice ass vacation I was mostly financing that ultimately is not my person. I feel so unclear on how much longer this relationship is going to last and I think that's making me feel unsettled. I also started to fear that I was just being used and I haven't gotten over that yet and I'm not quite sure how to. I told him during the trip at one point a little bit about how I was feeling, but I definitely didn't go all the way into it because I didn't want to ruin the trip. Maybe soon there will be a better time to really sit and talk about the future a bit and give myself a clearer picture. Right now I'm wrapping up my first day back at work and getting ready to head out and pick up Lady from my sister's place. I really can't wait to snuggle that furball, I've missed her SO much. I may not be clear on my relationship with Champlain, but I feel confident I'll be in Maryland until I decide it's time to go back to school again for that Master's in Global Change at University Dublin College and then after that, who knows what will be next. Maybe back to the Philly area, maybe another place, maybe back to the firm I'm with now, but the goal is to be a policy advisor to like the EPA or something of that nature so where ever that may take me is where I'll go. I don't feel particularly connected to anywhere or anyone right now and I don't think that's bad? I'm not sure. I was definitely stressed and struggling at the end of this year, the break was needed, and right now I feel like I'm resetting and hoping the updates are decent lol. Cheers to another year in the books and half through another year around the sun.

Drained

Well it was a hell of a fucking week and I'm very grateful to be home at my place, Champlain is sitting across from me on the day bed playing some video games while Lady cuddles next to him and I'm just dicking around on the chromebook. I got a flu shot and my covid booster earlier this afternoon and just waiting to see how shitty I'll feel lol. 

I was already feeling anxious about the possibility of seeing the man at the end of last week and then on Saturday Buddah let me know that I definitely was going to, no matter which option of the memorial events I chose to attend so it just got fucking worse and basically Friday through Sunday I was not able to get my fucking brain to shut off any earlier than like 4:30 in the morning. So went into the week sleep deprived and then it was just kinda nonstop after I left my place Monday morning to head to PA in time for a 1:00pm meeting and some fires at work due to incompetent people...I'm at least glad that Sunday night I was able to be a little more forthcoming with Champlain about how I was feeling. Like I had told him immediately that I was feeling anxious about seeing the man, but nothing more than that, but Sunday night I ended up going more into it and cried on the phone. At one point I was telling him how fucking frustrated I was to be having such a big reaction to this when it's been years and when I'm so happy and love him and why isn't that enough and he made it a point to stop me right there. He was like no no no, us has nothing to do with this, your body is reacting to trauma and a situation you never got closure in, there's nothing wrong with that. It truly made me feel better and I decided that if I was going to unfortunately have a panic attack like I would in the office during the times when I didn't know where I stood with the man, I'd prefer to have it in the setting of the happy hour and not at any of the formal events. 

So I went to the happy hour on Tuesday and there were so many people there that I hadn't seen in years that I almost immediately forgot that he was going to be showing up at any moment. I was in the middle of talking to someone when he came in from a side door instead of the open garage door I was facing and next thing I know he was directly behind me. I was pleasantly surprised that he greeted me with an opening for a hug that I promptly accepted. I figured that would be it, that we'd keep our distance, but eventually there he was standing right in front of me as I was having a conversation with another former colleague about Champlain. We ended up getting to chat a bit about random things, mostly superficial, but I did get to see photos of his family dressed up for Halloween and I just remember feeling so relieved with how well it went. I didn't get the butterflies that I used to get when in his presence, there wasn't the sexual tension that would often be there, it was just this sense of the familiar and being genuinely pleased that it seemed that he was happy. He even made a point to say goodbye and I asked for one more hug which he obliged. I slept so well that night and just thought that finally we were moving on to a phase where maybe catching up could be an ok thing.

Wednesday afternoon after getting up at 4 in the fucking morning to pick up Buddah from the airport and then working straight from 6:30am at Burdman's kitchen table until like 2:30pm, he mentioned that the man was going to wait for us before heading into the visitation at the funeral home. I texted him not too long after that saying I was glad he wasn't going to be alone and that I had been worried and wished he could just join our carpool but was grateful that he had acknowledged me the day before. He told me that it was nice to see me and that it seemed I was doing well and that he was happy for that. I responded saying that I would like to genuinely catch up and hear about his life if he was open to it and that I was relieved that he seemed happy and then he never responded. It wasn't necessarily something that needed a response, and I didn't initially think much of it, but then later that day when we all met up outside the funeral home he didn't greet me and then could barely make eye contact with me even though we all waited in line together for like an hour. When we all parted ways for the evening, again nothing, it was SO fucking weird and I totally have whiplash about it. Apparently I crossed some invisible line that he refuses to define for me and it's frustrating as fuck. I know the only reason why I was interested in catching up was so that I don't have to fucking wonder anymore how he's doing, I could just know and then maybe thoughts of him would finally stop being so fucking intrusive.

When I was explaining more details about the last "round" with the man to Champlain I finally was able to articulate why I had been so mad initially when I found out he had chosen to stay in his marriage. It wasn't that he had chosen her over me, like sure learning that would have always hurt, but would not have made me angry, cuz it's not a wrong choice. If you can make things work to keep your family together, that is always a worthwhile thing and something I'm a big supporter of and feel like I always made that clear when we were in contact with each other. What made me mad was that he didn't tell me himself, and instead let me just find out and then chose to ignore me making me feel like I had done something wrong. I think it hurt that he apparently didn't think that I would be capable of accepting that choice and eventually reaching a place where I could be happy for him. I think I thought he knew me enough to know that at the end of the day the only thing I cared about was his happiness, even if it didn't include me.

Overall it was a pretty sad and draining week but it truly was nice to see so many people that seemed so happily surprised to see me. It really made me miss what it was like truly working with your friends. I genuinely like a lot of the people I work with, but I'm not friends with any of them, and now, I'm just alone for the majority of my time. I'm pretty excited that soon, my work from home days I won't be alone and could have lunch with Champlain and the occasional afternoon delight... I think that will be really nice.

Well this next week is gonna go by in a blur I'm sure and at the end of it, it'll be moving day!!! Genuinely pumped to get into the new place and setup a new home with my little family. 

Sideways

I was supposed to be off today... but this week went completely sideways for a multitude of reasons but the most disheartening one was learning that a former colleague took his own life on Monday. We didn't know each other well enough for me to feel like I can call him a friend, but I have genuine memories of moments of connection with this person and when I read his obituary today I just started crying and then immediately donated to the suicide prevention organization his parents are promoting. These types of things are difficult to process, and today was the first time I cried about it, when I initially heard Tuesday afternoon I felt my stomach drop and then went into fact finding mode and then comforting my friends that were more directly impacted. Talked to a lot of former co-workers, and helped Buddah plan her trip home for the services. Spent nearly two hours on the phone that night with Burdman just sorting through all his thoughts and that inevitable rabbit hole of was there anything he could of done that could have maybe resulted in a different outcome. Buddah and the young man were pretty close when she was still local and she was somewhat aware that he had mental health struggles and is now beating herself up for not keeping up contact when she moved. I keep trying to remind her that she had a lot going on these past two years with her own mental health...

It's just all around shitty and one of the first thoughts I had was well fuck, if someone like that, handsome, close to his family, lots of friends, has his own place and a good job decides that's the option that looks best, what hope do I have for my twin...but I spoke to him last night and was telling him about the suicide and that I'm gonna be in town for most of next week now for work meetings and to attend some of the planned events to celebrate the life we just lost and that maybe he'd be interested in hanging out at my place in Baltimore for a few days with Lady for me. He has turned into a bit of an agoraphobe during this pandemic and he wasn't able to commit, but I will say it was uplifting to hear him say "Well shit, maybe I'm more resilient than I thought, I'd kill just to have two of those things, my own place and a good job would make such a difference." I'm definitely more eager than ever to get him down here and close to me.

Right now though,  while I'm mostly focused on making sure I'm there for Buddah and whatever she needs to be able to say goodbye, I'd be lying to say I haven't started to feel some anxiety about whether that means I'm putting myself in a position to possibly see the man. I don't know if I'm supposed to avoid some of the planned events I've been invited to or what... I wish I could just reach out and ask him what he wants but that feels like I'd be violating his clear wish to be strangers. Like it's amazing how a tragedy like this just pulls on all the common threads of connection and while talking to all these people I could feel how sad my heart was that he wasn't one of them. Personally I think it'd be really nice to see him and finally get a damn hug. I think I've needed it and I think it'd help me feel at peace with everything. I'm sick of feeling like I have an enemy out there and it truly does make me sad that it's reached that. I don't think I believe we could ever be friends perse, but maybe at least we could finally be where I'm at with my first love. Two people that once loved each other that are no longer active parts of each other's lives but actively root for each other's happiness and reaching out is always welcomed and we catch up once in a blue moon. I think that would be nice but I feel very doubtful that will ever be a thing. I think now that I've been in an actual relationship for over a year now and it's with someone that actually thinks about me and is always doing things to make my life easier and has never made me question if I mattered to them, the rose colored glasses have finally shattered. I definitely still miss that feeling where it felt like I didn't need to say much for the man to understand exactly what I meant, I think the many shared experiences really did allow for a unique connection, but it's much easier now to see that I really should have believed him years ago when he flat out told me he didn't know why I liked him because he was kind of an asshole. For all the times I was there for him when his life was in the shitter, I deserved a whole lot more than what I got in the end. I think that "someday" that never got to be explored will remain a pretty big what if for my life, but that feeling that I missed out on my chance at true happiness has definitely evaporated. The life I have now with Champlain is not one I could have ever had with the man and I feel pretty fucking grateful for this life and know it's exactly where I'm meant to be for this phase of my life.

I still have no idea what my long-term looks like, but the next few years feel pretty clear, and they're here in Baltimore with Champlain who, as Burdman put it, is a fucking saint for deciding to move in with me and eventually my brother. I think I'm gonna remain in a pretty high anxiety state until like Christmas, but thank goodness there's a bunch of fun things sprinkled throughout to look forward to. 

Transitions

I know that I should already be sleeping, but at least I'm in bed...Right now the desire to know if the man ever thinks of me at all is stronger than it's been in a very long time. My first time opening facebook up after the site was down earlier this week for the most of the day, the very first image that loaded was a picture of him with a few other former colleagues. I hadn't seen his face in a long time, he definitely looks older, seems like he stopped dying is hair and let all the gray in. Still handsome, but so squarely a stranger. I truly thought we were at least friends at one point, but friends at least respect each other enough to reply and say goodbye. 

I'm annoyed to even be thinking about him because I just finished primping myself for a lovely DC date with Champlain to celebrate our Anniversary. I can hardly believe it has been a year already, and my what a year it has been. It's exciting to share that I get to celebrate something like that after so many years of being alone. I wish I knew there was the potential for him to be it, but right now I'm just so grateful for finally knowing what it's like to have someone who genuinely thinks about what's best for me and follows through.  So much of my life has been nothing but empty words from people who claimed to love me, it has been a really nice change of pace to actually know there's someone I can rely on, instead of always being relied upon. He's really something else, especially since he apparently loves me enough to move into a bigger apartment together with the intent of having enough space for my twin to move in with us. I don't really know many people that would be so willing to do that, but he just knows, understands, and accepts how important my twin is to me.  I haven't lived with a significant other since 2013 and I haven't had a roommate other than Lady in three years. I certainly have a major transition ahead of me, but I'm mostly just so excited.

I hope someday that even seeing the man's face won't cause me to revisit all the familiar thought loops of was it ever love and do I still matter because I'm sick of happy moments in my life being tainted by the most hurtful experience of my life. I once told the man that the experience of him first reaching back out in 2017 before even knowing he was getting divorced had been a net negative for me. It was the easiest way to sum it all up, but now, after two more rounds of his nonsense and a few years of being dead to each other it seems silly to act like it was a close call. The very few positives don't even come close to balancing out the very impactful negatives to my life and all the things I lost because of loving him. I mean I left my job, and when that didn't work, I eventually decided that not only was it good for my career, but great for my mental health to move to a different state in the middle of a pandemic even though I had spent the last 5 years building up quite a community of friends from frisbee and work. Sometimes I think I've forgiven all that has happened, but I still feel so hurt when I think about how he just drifted into radio silence never to acknowledge me again. Most of me wants to believe he knew being dead to each other was the best for us both and he didn't think keeping things amicable would ever result in that, so he had to be cruel to be kind. But it's hard to accept that and so very difficult to understand his choices. I've wondered lately if what I feel for this person is even love, I'm not sure because I no longer have any confidence that I ever knew them, and loving the idea of someone is not the same as loving them, but I know my heart worries about his happiness so that's gotta mean something. 

Relieved

The last couple of weeks have been more than overwhelming, but everything is finally settling down and I can clearly see that it will all be alright.

My twin's mental health struggles culminated in a psychotic break right after Father's day. My mother had to file this special warrant to trigger an involuntary admittance to a psychiatric facility. He's been there for nearly two weeks but will be released tomorrow! Well I guess today. I had a night meeting in PA and was already in town, so I extended my stay so that I can go pick him up with my parents. The whole thing has been a bit of a blur because I'm also in crunch time with my non-profit and in the midst of campaigning against the city's project. It has been a bit taxing to feel so helpless when trying to "save" two different aspects of my life that mean so much to me and are large parts of my identity. 

This long holiday weekend I was supposed to be in the UK with Champlain, however not all COVID restrictions have been lifted for foreigners so we had to cancel, but I ended up still taking the PTO and I'm actually so grateful I listened to him when he suggested I do so. It was really nice to just have 6 days off with very few obligations, and the majority of them just pure fun. I'm getting back into the swing of things with Frisbee and it feels so good to really run and be in my cleats. Softball starts next week and Champlain is trying to get me into climbing. I think pretty soon I'll be back to my normal levels of physical activity and I'm really excited for that. 

Champlain had the majority of the last 6 days off as well and it was really nice to spend so much time together and I've been so fucking grateful that for once in my life when I was really going through something rather traumatic I had a significant other that was right there next to me holding me as I cried. I really don't remember the last time I knew someone was going to be there for me like that. I definitely have always had friends and such that I could count on, but there's just a different level of intimacy when it's your partner, the one you're in this on-going conversation and dance with across the mundanity of your daily lives. On Sunday we went tubing on the river with my sister and some of her friends and then went home to shower and some of us napped off the alcohol and then met up for dinner and hoped to play games, but everyone was pretty pooped from the day in the sun and the drinking. When we got back to Champlain's I was reading my Sunday secrets cuz we'd had an early morning, and no phones most of the day, and after asking what I was looking at, he joined me on the bed and said "Well, I have a secret." To which of course I enthusiastically replied, "You do?! What is it?"  He then told me he loved me and that I'm a special lady and it was really kinda precious and I told him I loved him too, because I do. I was so nervous that saying those words would somehow change the dynamic and make me forget that the long term isn't an option, but freeing the words from my heart have just opened me more up to the happiness of now. Right now I am in a loving and healthy relationship for the first time. I don't wonder where I stand, I don't have anxiety about it ending, and I don't worry about hurting him. I'm just in it and reveling in the goodness of it. 

The next day we spent walking around downtown Baltimore, got crabs, and then went to the aquarium and it was so fun to see how we got excited about the same things throughout the exhibits. I'm pretty sure I spent 90% of that day smiling. Yesterday when I got off the phone with him in front of my mother and ended the call saying, "I love you" caused me to completely gush to her and say "We say that now" like he was my first boyfriend lol.

It will hurt when things will have to end, but it always was going to, but now I no longer have to hold my tongue when I feel my heart explode a little when he does something silly, or plays with Lady, or is incredibly kind and considerate in making sure my day is just a little bit easier. After all the sadness I experienced in my twenties, I'm pretty relieved my 30s are starting off on a better trajectory.

A dream

I've been feeling overwhelmed by life lately and wanting a break from deadlines and anyone relying on me... I got to spend some time with family in South Dakota but there were still expectations. 

I think I desperately need some alone time and I hope I can carve some time out for it sooner than later. I just continually want to hit pause. The level of stress I currently feel is definitely not healthy, and it doesn't help that I can barely even admit to myself how stressed I am because the internal chatter keeps saying things like "what are you even so stressed about, you only have to take care of you, you've got it easy."

Between being backed up at work, trying hard to save the beloved fields of the non-profit I'm a board member of and actual plans with people, I'm just overloaded and my capability to be this busy is just not what it was. It's definitely not helping that thoughts of the man are way more invasive than they have been, to the point where wanting to reach out has crossed my mind. I've missed him other times for sure, and sometimes felt the need to talk to him, but that's what the blog is for, so I would write to no one, and then the feeling would pass. This is different, I feel this incredible urge to check in on him, this feeling that something is wrong, that he is hurting. It reminds me of the feeling I will still sometimes get about my twin brother, where somehow I just know that he needs me. It happened more frequently when we were kids, but it's happened a handful of times as young adults and even now. 

I wish things were different and that just like with my first, that it would be no big deal to reach out when I think of him. Right now we've finally made it just over a year of no contact for the first time since this all began in 2014. That feels like a big deal and considering the last time I reached out was to share condolences and so innocuous and was ignored, I know I just have to ignore this feeling. Part of me wants to ask mutual friends if anything is going on, but I know it's more important I get it through to this stubborn heart of mine that the man and his well being is none of my concern. 

I hope the worry I feel fades soon enough. The dreaming of him has increased and it's just not been the best way to start my days... Especially when they're nice dreams and I quickly remember they're nothing more than a dream.

Foolish

Foolish... that's the lasting feeling I have about things with the man. I reached a place of anger about the whole thing a little while ago because I've been thinking of him more lately and dreaming of him and it's been pissing me off because I don't understand it. I think I hoped by now thoughts of him would have faded much more than they have...

I was home recently and got to hang out with Burdman which was awesome. It was so good to see him and to catch up. I'm not so certain about the long-term future with his lady, but I'm still so fucking proud that he's really trying again. I got to facetime her with him during the visit, and she seems nice enough, has a pretty face, and is close with her family. All good things, but that doesn't mean she's a good partner for my friend and that's what he's trying to figure out. She doesn't seem to be as considerate as he is, but I can't help but wonder how much of that is due to the fact that she has a lot more people to constantly be considerate about being a mother. So is it a character flaw or needing to relearn to think of another person after not experiencing true partnership for a long time. Only time will tell if their points of friction right now are just the growing pains of two independent adults trying to integrate their very different lives and responsibilities, or are they issues that will slowly grow resentment and eventually tear them apart. 

Overall though it was a much needed night of normalcy, and it felt great to be able to talk about the man and not be sad at all, just kinda over the whole thing. I didn't share that he's been in my thoughts more recently, it's just a nuisance at this point. But while I was home I drove by my old place and vividly remembered how when things ended the last time how much I had hoped to come home to his car in the parking lot waiting for me, to want to talk to me, to just actually have a conversation about actually being over and letting go, to perhaps say I'm still messed up in my own life and have so much I need to take care of, and I can't keep dragging you along, but I love you and our connection is real and matters to me. I think having that would have let me find peace much sooner, instead all of this time I've spent feeling so crazy for believing anything he ever said and like I never knew him at all. None of it sits right, and it may never, but I've definitely come a long way in accepting it for what it is now.

For such a long time I let myself believe we were inevitable, and saw signs everywhere, and sometimes I still see them and just mutter to myself how foolish I am. This past weekend I got my first haircut since before the pandemic, and I decided to finally shave off the left side and got a lotus straight razored in. I fucking love it and am pumped about my new stylist. However, as soon as I stepped inside the shop they were playing Wicked Game, the very first song the man shared with me, and one that has followed me over the years,  but it's been a while since I've heard it randomly. I sat down on the couch after checking in, not believing it was playing and trying to ignore it, and decided to pick up a massive book on the coffee table titled something like the book of birthdays. I just opened it up, not paying attention, and opened it to the very page of his birthday.  Moments like that it's hard to believe it's just coincidence and not some warning that he's getting ready to pop back into my life. The initial reaction to the idea of that is anxiety, because good lord I think I've suffered enough and the end result has only ever been pain. Then after that feeling subsides, most of me wishes we weren't strangers, and that I could have my friend back. And then a REALLY tiny piece of me begins to wonder, was my hopelessly romantic self right, are we inevitable? I quickly then tell myself to lock it up and get my shit together and think about anything else. 

Density came to visit for his birthday and it was so much fun. Again, so nice to experience some normalcy and super awesome to have a buddy to play tourist with and explore. We checked out the AVAM which I'm in love with and bought an annual membership. They currently have an exhibit all about the science of sleep with bedrooms created by artists. One of the panels said that our dreams can often manifest our greatest fears and finally that recurring dream I've had for years about being in the man's house and watching their life just clicked. The idea of a life with him is the closest I've got to finding what I want and I think this dream is my fear that I'm forever doomed to just be on the outside of what I want -- a family and a home. But Champlain came over during the week last week and we laid down to cuddle after lunch and Lady joined us, and she was on my chest and his arms were around me and I was like "My little family, I'm so happy". And I meant it. I think I love him and I wish we had a future, but I'm so grateful to have him for now. Knowing the eventual pain, it may be foolish continuing on, but I've never been one to not see something through, even when the odds were not in my favor.   

When I left my marriage I promised myself no regrets, and I think I'm doing a bang up job making good on that promise.