Singular
And, again, I'm single. Granted, some people seem to mistake single for available. I'm going to need at least a couple of days to better pull myself together before I get back out there but even so, I'm in no way looking for another relationship for a little while. While he dumped me, it wasn't going to last much longer with how he'd been acting and handling things. After Colin, I vowed to stop dating obsessively possessive jealous people who suspect my every single move and especially after how totally healthy my relationship was with Rob, it was really painful to realize that by the last month of the 3 months, I had gone back to catering to someone similarly to how I did back when I was 16. So, needless to say, it shouldn't be that surprising that I don't want to sit on the phone with him for an hour after he leaves discussing the ins and outs of the relationship we just broke off. I'm done with it. I'm done with having to be so damn attentive and I'm not going to discuss something that's done because it's not productive to sit and mope and rehash everything when I can use that same energy to focus on making myself feel better and like I clearly deserve better than how I was being treated at the end.
And so that's pretty much it.
Oh, and Lucy figured out the stairs this morning. I went to grab milk from the fridge and suddenly she's at my feet trying to climb in. With a shriek of "what the fuck are you doing down here??!?" I chased after her, grabbed her, and dropped her behind the re-propped baby gate at the top of the stairs.
And so that's pretty much it.
Oh, and Lucy figured out the stairs this morning. I went to grab milk from the fridge and suddenly she's at my feet trying to climb in. With a shriek of "what the fuck are you doing down here??!?" I chased after her, grabbed her, and dropped her behind the re-propped baby gate at the top of the stairs.