Ok...ok...it was a BAD idea!! (VERY LONG)
Well, hello again all. Here it is Monday, November 28, 2005 and I should be the happiest woman in the world...but I'm not! George and I broke up on Thanksgiving morning...FOR GOOD! There was SO MUCH DRAMA going on in my life and the drama I was getting from him was just adding more and more stress to my life...and I might have said some REALLY stupid things. Let me start from the beginning...On Wednesday night (the 16th), George and I had a little arguement on the phone. He was going to spend the weekend in Phoenix and I kept teasing him about wether or not he was going to go visit his ex while he was in town. He got angry with me for asking the same question over and over again...and hung up on me. I didn't hear from him again until the following Monday. Well, on Saturday, Nov 19, I was on my way to the movies with a friend when my car broke down. There I was stranded in downtown on 4th and F with a broke a$$ car, and no money to fix it. (It gets better) My friend and I pushed it down 4th Ave and found a spot in front of Hooters, where we parked until my brother came and thought he fixed it. So, (after missing the movie) I was driving my friend back home, and when we got off the freeway I noticed the car was smoking again. We parked in a McDonald's parking lot and went in to notify the manager that we broke down and would not be returning until late Sunday afternoon to get it. "No problem" said the manager. BUT, Sunday when I went to get my car, it was gone. It had been towed. Impounded. Couldn't get it out till Monday. Now my car is broke AND impounded...and I had no money to get it out or fix it. I was up the creek without a paddle to say the least. Well, George called me Monday and we were at it again. This time because I was angry with him for not calling me for 4 days and he was angry with me because I asked him if he had seen HER while he wasn't speaking to me. Well, my brother (the knight in shining armor) bailed my butt out of impound, my best friend bought the parts needed to fix the car, and my brother and I played mechanic in the middle of the ghetto for 5 hours. Got the car running, but now George's truck broke down in Phoenix. (How convienient, I thought) Over the next two days he and I spoke a few times. They didn't know what was wrong with the truck, they hadn't looked at the truck, he wasn't going to be here on Wednesday like we had been planning...STRESS, DRAMA!! Then, he was going to rent a car and drive out here. Then he wasn't. Then they fixed the truck, but it broke again. So, there I was...on this emotional rollar coaster for almost a week...and Wednesday evening I kinda said, "Maybe this long distance relationship thing isn't for me. I don't do this very well. I can't handle this. I have enough stress in my life"...you know things I probably shouldn't have said. Well, Thursday morning he called me. Said he shouldn't have gotten involved with someone (me) so soon after breaking up with someone else, I was right about the long distance relationships not working, and his Aunt was on her way to pick him up for Thanksgiving and his ex was going to be there. Oh and he wanted his freedom back. So...here I am. Single again. Lonely. Heartbroken. Depressed. And I keep thinking those desperate, overweight woman's thoughts..."maybe if I call him and tell him I'm sorry and I was wrong, we can go back to where we were before"...but I know that's NOT going to happen. I guess it's back to the drawing board. Thanks for listening. Sorry this was soooooo long! And I really thought it was going to work this time. I know...I know...it was a BAD idea!!
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