This whole past weekend has been a lesson in how I really feeling about various things.
Let’s go by topic to keep things simple and readable for your lovely persons.
Well, the rental app didn’t get approve. The letter of explanation they supposedly wrote and attached to our email was corrupted when we got it and now we can’t get them to give us a straight answer. But this makes Mom and I just think there’s something fishy going on. Whatever. There will be other opportunities. I was surprised at how easily I shrugged this off, though I suppose it’s because of other things I’ve had to worry about this weekend.
After the last post where Daria got triggered by Mom writing our childhood address, things got worse before they got better. I volunteered Friday at an event near that horrible old house, and afterwards while driving back home, someone hijacked the body to drive past that place.
We were all startled to discover that the house was not torn down by McD’s. It was right behind their dumpsters. The backyard. The tiny garage/shed with the slate blue paint.
Stupid Memory Lane. I lost almost 2 hours that night. I’m not sure if it was all spent just parked by that house, rocking back and forth in misery or if we went somewhere else. I only remember a glimpse of the house, then I was back home letting Zoe outside, 2 hours after I’d left the event (only a 20 minute drive away).
I hope the dark thoughts are behind us.
We almost broke up Saturday night. Technically we did break up for about 40 minutes.
He was supposed to do something with me Saturday, and I didn’t hear from him until 8 or 9pm. When I asked for an explanation, it was that he was “sleeping”. Then he asked “Are you mad?”.
Hell yes, I was mad. I told him too. And I explained that he needed to see it from my perspective. This is the third time he’d flaked on me in two weeks. I didn’t feel important at all. Then he made some vague sort of promise to “make it up to me”.
I told him I wasn’t sure if I could do it anymore. Be with him if he was just going to be all flakey and make vague promises. To which he replied “I’ll just leave you alone then”.
I was floored.
And what surprised me more was my utter sadness over the whole thing. I literally sobbed for a good half hour, trying to talk to Texas about the matter.
I didn’t realize that I was in that deep. I’ve never cared before. When we parted ways a couple months ago, I didn’t bat an eyelash.
What’s different now?
Anyway, he texted me back about 40 minutes later and asked that I explain further because he thought our relationship was too important to just forget about. I poured my heart out- well, sort of. I always hold back a bit. Especially lately. He then said he really didn’t want to lose me and that he cared too much about me. And then Sunday, he took me out for lunch, ice cream, on a walk, and to the dog park with Zoe. It was great. We talked and it was…amazing. I’m terrified about this whole thing. I’m not sure if I can put myself on the line like that again. I haven’t even tried since Katherine. I don’t know…
She emailed me again. It was a hurtful email. I can’t even get into here because I’ll just start crying again. Basically, she doesn’t want to be friends if I can’t admit that I’m a “manipulative, compulsive liar” and seek therapy for it. I was nothing but honest about the situation with Jeff. I didn’t paint a pretty picture with me as some hurting damsel. I stated plainly that he was the wronged party and I regretted it. But she said because I spoke so “flat-toned and simply” that I must be looking for “validation” about being the wronged party. I don’t understand. My heart hurts over this whole matter. This is my best friend for over a decade. She’s always been there for me. Always.
Why this? Why does she have such blinders when it comes to Jeff? I’m not asking for her to “take my side”. I don’t want that at all. I don’t want sides. I’ve said that from the beginning. I don’t even want to talk about the situation at all.
I just want to be able to talk to my friend.
I am heartbroken.