It's mother's day, I just got home from portland.
The good:
- Saw Jake again, Jake from St. Patrick's day. I went to his house and he showed me all of his rocks and tools and work space and paintings. Turns out we have a lot in common surrounding early 2000's hip hop, local hip hop, etc.
- Went to a Timbers game for mom's day with Mom, Anton, and Tadpole. We got awesome seats and had a fun day out.
The bad:
- I'm super tired.
- It was a Timbers game
- I got a text from Mike, the first one in over two months. It was in response to me calling Sunnie. I called Sunnie last week because I still miss the kids. I wanted to send H & K something for her birthday coming up. Sunnie was super sweet. She told me that she heard a lot about me, and that I had a positive impact on the kids lives. That they missed me and were confused as to why I left all of a sudden. She told me to contact Mike, ask if I could send the gifts to him, if he didn't respond, she would have me come meet up with them on a weekend when she had them. She told me she was happy to hear from me, and is happy to know that I cared as much as they did. She told me to call or text her anytime. I can't even get into MIke's response right now. It was so long and just bashing. His interpretation of events is interesting. To sum it all up, he think's I'm insane and doesn't want me to contact him or his kids ever again. I did respond, all it said was "I could sit here and argue with you about all of the inaccuracies of what you just typed, but what is the point. The only thing that is crazy here was that I cared wholeheartedly for the wrong person/people."
For a future journal:
- Mikes text, and the feelings about that.
- Why is it wrong to hope that there is better out there and have faith in people. Why does caring for someone make you so vulnerable and why are people so inherently shitty to each other?
- Elaborate on my reasons for calling Sunnie. It took me a long time to get the guts up to do it. I was flying high after talking to her.
- Spent a lot of time thinking lately about how wrong I was about Mike. How is it possible to be so wrong? Unpack that.