pingity
*sarcasm* Well, 2012 is off to a rockin' start.
My grandmother (Mom's mom) passed away on Jan 13. I miss her very much but if only we could all be so lucky to go the way she did: after living a full life, celebrating her 69th wedding anniversary (Jan 12th), curling up in bed with the man she loved, and going peacefully in her sleep in the early morning.
This led to a ricochet trip to NC. My grandfather is heartbroken, of course. I'm not sure how well he will be doing in the coming months. Dad brought the stepmom to the funeral (AWKWARD) and was angry at me for not staying at his house while I was in town (I stayed in my grandparents' guest room instead). So. That's something.
I think Joe and I have had our final blow up with this "trying to remain friends" BS. It's not that I hate him, it's actually the opposite. And that's why I can't deal with a platonic relationship nor can I deal with my replacement. Call it immature, but it's where I am right now. Part of me keeps thinking "It's almost been a year" but the reality of the situation is that we didn't stop seeing each other romantically (even if we weren't calling it that) until October. And this last blow up has just ripped my wounds wide open.
Other news: Pele has breached 10lbs, Xty has temporarily moved in with me in my studio and we're thinking about getting a 2 bedroom place once she's more settled in Seattle, and I've been seeing a new boy. I'm keeping it fairly d/l, not because he doesn't deserve everyone to know how insanely sweet he is, but because I'm absurdly wary and cynical of any relationships at this point, and I refuse to let myself get all caught up in someone else again anytime soon.
My grandmother (Mom's mom) passed away on Jan 13. I miss her very much but if only we could all be so lucky to go the way she did: after living a full life, celebrating her 69th wedding anniversary (Jan 12th), curling up in bed with the man she loved, and going peacefully in her sleep in the early morning.
This led to a ricochet trip to NC. My grandfather is heartbroken, of course. I'm not sure how well he will be doing in the coming months. Dad brought the stepmom to the funeral (AWKWARD) and was angry at me for not staying at his house while I was in town (I stayed in my grandparents' guest room instead). So. That's something.
I think Joe and I have had our final blow up with this "trying to remain friends" BS. It's not that I hate him, it's actually the opposite. And that's why I can't deal with a platonic relationship nor can I deal with my replacement. Call it immature, but it's where I am right now. Part of me keeps thinking "It's almost been a year" but the reality of the situation is that we didn't stop seeing each other romantically (even if we weren't calling it that) until October. And this last blow up has just ripped my wounds wide open.
Other news: Pele has breached 10lbs, Xty has temporarily moved in with me in my studio and we're thinking about getting a 2 bedroom place once she's more settled in Seattle, and I've been seeing a new boy. I'm keeping it fairly d/l, not because he doesn't deserve everyone to know how insanely sweet he is, but because I'm absurdly wary and cynical of any relationships at this point, and I refuse to let myself get all caught up in someone else again anytime soon.