I wasn’t even sure if I was going to be able to see him that next day (a Friday).
I remember sitting throughout school, living in the blur of my own tears. I even had a substitute in my Spanish class ask me if I was okay.
You feel like you have to document your entire vacation. without our phones during the five (or so) minutes we are in the bathroom is actually a little disturbing. It will still be there when you are done socializing with actual humans.9.
And first dates are actually third dates because we all know people stalk each other on Facebook to learn as much as they can about the other person before they commit to dinner and/or sex. Sometimes that's a good thing, but the fact that it's a forgotten practice is a little sad.
We had talked on the internet and the phone for about two weeks before we actually met. I had my little brother answer the phone because I was so nervous, but once I heard his voice, I melted. Next thing I know he puts one hand around my waist, the other on my face, and pulls me in for a kiss. But I couldn’t help myself from breaking down, getting mad, and quite frankly acting like a 2 year old. I thought we were going to be forever, and now he was moving?!?! Fortunately I was able to see him for about 3 hours that night. His mom ran us by Taco Bell before they took me home. We pulled in my driveway and I felt sick to my stomach. He gave me a very quick hug, handed me my food, and walked away.
We went to the lake to see the fireworks show with the girl who introduced us, her family, and her bf, who just so happened to be the hubby’s best friend. So I logged onto messenger and started a conversation. I felt kind of guilty about talking to my former boyfriend while I was dating someone else. It was stupid, but I needed security, and I wasn’t sure if the love of my life was ready for that yet.
Then again had life really turned around for me or was I just starting to believe the lies in order to come to grips with the settlement my life had become?