June 2008
One year since I've written. So much to tell. I promise I'll write more.
Since I last wrote, Jaime had her baby. He's a beautiful blonde baby boy that she and Dave named Andrew David. He was born on December 3 at 12:13am, weighing 8lb 3oz. He's now just about seven months old, and he's adorable. He laughs and coos and he's starting to roll around on the floor. He'll be crawling soon! He's also eating baby food now, things like sweet potatoes and peas. I love him to death. I couldn't ask for a better nephew.
Joe and I broke up in February. Following that came the worst month of my life. But we'll get to that later. In my mind, Joe and I had been over for several months before we actually broke up. Very seldom did we spend time together. He'd go out with his friends and I'd go out with mine, which was fine with me at the time (red flag!). I lost any physical attraction I had to him. I don't know when it happened, but in the last few months, we were never close, never physical and definitely never intimate. So we break up and I move out. If only it was that simple. I packed a giant duffel bag of my favourite clothes, shoes and makeup, and I stayed with different people for the entire month of March. It. Was. MISERABLE. I never knew where I would be staying that night. Joe was nice enough to lend me his car to get me to work and to wherever I was going that night, so I would go to a friends' place, take in my bag, stay the night, shower and leave the next morning. During the day, if I wasn't working, I would busy myself: driving around, packing my stuff while Joe was at work, and checking apartment listings. At the time, my friend Chris wasn't working, so I'd go to his place and we'd look on Kijiji for apartments. One day in the middle of March we found a little one bedroom with cheap rent, so he came with me to look at it and it was perfect. I filled out an application and I got the place - starting in April. So I had two more weeks of hell to live at different people's places. I was so stressed, my family was mad that I wasn't ever calling them, they didn't know where I was going to be, I didn't even know where I was going to be. Then, right when I was losing my mind, my friend Tasha said I could stay with her - for the rest of March. A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. I've never felt so much relief in all my life. Thank god for her. While I stayed with Tasha I gave the car back to Joe for good, but not until I moved all my stuff (five trips) to Jaime's by myself. In April, Dave helped me rent a U-Haul and move my stuff from their place to mine. And thank god for Dave, he's always there when I need him. So I got all moved in, Joe brought Apollo over, and that was that. The worst month of my life was over.
April was much better. Chris was around a lot because he lived right down the road. He helped me unpack, and from the depths of my musky, unorganized boxes came a spark between him and I. We started dating on April 12, and a lot of people were upset about this. When I left Joe, I told people that it was because I wanted to be single when really, it was because I didn't love him anymore. I didn't have the heart to tell anyone that. I especially didn't want Joe to know that. After a while of telling people that being single is what I wanted, I started to believe it, and I fought this relationship when it first started. But Chris is the best. He was there when I needed someone. He kept me sane. We always have so much fun together, and he means the world to me. Plus, my family loves him! How couldn't you, really..
And on that note, we're actually moving into a bigger place in July. Right across the hall from where I am now. Shouldn't be too hard of a move! I'm excited.
This is all I have time for right now. I'll update more soon. Peace, homes.
P.S. I never plan to ever erase any of these entries. Some of them are hilarious. Feel free to creep!
Since I last wrote, Jaime had her baby. He's a beautiful blonde baby boy that she and Dave named Andrew David. He was born on December 3 at 12:13am, weighing 8lb 3oz. He's now just about seven months old, and he's adorable. He laughs and coos and he's starting to roll around on the floor. He'll be crawling soon! He's also eating baby food now, things like sweet potatoes and peas. I love him to death. I couldn't ask for a better nephew.
Joe and I broke up in February. Following that came the worst month of my life. But we'll get to that later. In my mind, Joe and I had been over for several months before we actually broke up. Very seldom did we spend time together. He'd go out with his friends and I'd go out with mine, which was fine with me at the time (red flag!). I lost any physical attraction I had to him. I don't know when it happened, but in the last few months, we were never close, never physical and definitely never intimate. So we break up and I move out. If only it was that simple. I packed a giant duffel bag of my favourite clothes, shoes and makeup, and I stayed with different people for the entire month of March. It. Was. MISERABLE. I never knew where I would be staying that night. Joe was nice enough to lend me his car to get me to work and to wherever I was going that night, so I would go to a friends' place, take in my bag, stay the night, shower and leave the next morning. During the day, if I wasn't working, I would busy myself: driving around, packing my stuff while Joe was at work, and checking apartment listings. At the time, my friend Chris wasn't working, so I'd go to his place and we'd look on Kijiji for apartments. One day in the middle of March we found a little one bedroom with cheap rent, so he came with me to look at it and it was perfect. I filled out an application and I got the place - starting in April. So I had two more weeks of hell to live at different people's places. I was so stressed, my family was mad that I wasn't ever calling them, they didn't know where I was going to be, I didn't even know where I was going to be. Then, right when I was losing my mind, my friend Tasha said I could stay with her - for the rest of March. A huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. I've never felt so much relief in all my life. Thank god for her. While I stayed with Tasha I gave the car back to Joe for good, but not until I moved all my stuff (five trips) to Jaime's by myself. In April, Dave helped me rent a U-Haul and move my stuff from their place to mine. And thank god for Dave, he's always there when I need him. So I got all moved in, Joe brought Apollo over, and that was that. The worst month of my life was over.
April was much better. Chris was around a lot because he lived right down the road. He helped me unpack, and from the depths of my musky, unorganized boxes came a spark between him and I. We started dating on April 12, and a lot of people were upset about this. When I left Joe, I told people that it was because I wanted to be single when really, it was because I didn't love him anymore. I didn't have the heart to tell anyone that. I especially didn't want Joe to know that. After a while of telling people that being single is what I wanted, I started to believe it, and I fought this relationship when it first started. But Chris is the best. He was there when I needed someone. He kept me sane. We always have so much fun together, and he means the world to me. Plus, my family loves him! How couldn't you, really..
And on that note, we're actually moving into a bigger place in July. Right across the hall from where I am now. Shouldn't be too hard of a move! I'm excited.
This is all I have time for right now. I'll update more soon. Peace, homes.
P.S. I never plan to ever erase any of these entries. Some of them are hilarious. Feel free to creep!