One day...
...I'll learn my lessons. Today is one more day closer to that. Soon, I will be living on my own and not have a boyfriend. Don't get me wrong. I prefer to have one, but not one that doesn't treat me the way I deserve. So far, I'm Oh and Two. Twenty-five years old and only two serious boyfriends. Both apparently aren't for me. The one I'm still attached to, I thought, he could be the one. We laugh, we play, we yeh-yeh. But he's not ready to grow up and have responsibilities. He thinks it's okay to not help in the relationship and be responsible for his actions/inactions. I'm sorry but that just isn't so.
It's not been easy for me since September and earlier. LJ, you don't know this yet, but this summer was full of events. Memorial Day my mother decided to slice her wrists. Wow, such a fun day, let me tell you. At the end of June, I got my face pounded in by a black man who told me his name was Terrel Love. I have no idea who this person is. And please understand, when I say "face pounded", I mean it literally. As in my face is no longer the same. When I smile, I can feel the change he force on my countenance. About a month later, my father had an accident that took the lower portion of his right leg.
While all of this has been going on, I lost an entire circle of friends. I admit, I stepped in some major doo-doo to make this happen, but, upon my life, it wasn't done deliberately. I always had the best intentions. (Hey, isn't that what the road to hell is paved on?)
So now, I am alone. I am unloved. And I am trying to make the best of it.
Maybe I should be alone for a bit. I have my dog and hopefully I'll just have my apartment and I can figure out what makes ME happy. I'm only 25. This is not the 1800s. My life is NOT over just because I'm not attached to someone forever.
LJ, I'll try to keep you posted. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you.
It's not been easy for me since September and earlier. LJ, you don't know this yet, but this summer was full of events. Memorial Day my mother decided to slice her wrists. Wow, such a fun day, let me tell you. At the end of June, I got my face pounded in by a black man who told me his name was Terrel Love. I have no idea who this person is. And please understand, when I say "face pounded", I mean it literally. As in my face is no longer the same. When I smile, I can feel the change he force on my countenance. About a month later, my father had an accident that took the lower portion of his right leg.
While all of this has been going on, I lost an entire circle of friends. I admit, I stepped in some major doo-doo to make this happen, but, upon my life, it wasn't done deliberately. I always had the best intentions. (Hey, isn't that what the road to hell is paved on?)
So now, I am alone. I am unloved. And I am trying to make the best of it.
Maybe I should be alone for a bit. I have my dog and hopefully I'll just have my apartment and I can figure out what makes ME happy. I'm only 25. This is not the 1800s. My life is NOT over just because I'm not attached to someone forever.
LJ, I'll try to keep you posted. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you.