I’ve been on hold for some time now, emotionally and according to the extra weight in my ass, physically.
I used some drama going on with my family to deter me from making any choices in my own life. My ability to mentally multi tast got a little derailed.
I unintentionally halted future plans and kept my walls up. I was in a constant emergency landing position. It took me months to realize it.
And finally it’s lifting. I’m learning how to throw my arms up and dance again.
I’m learning how to not feel guilty for just watching TV for six hours on a Sunday.
I’m learning that there’s a lot I can’t control but that doesn’t mean that I have no control.
I’m learning someone could spend their entire life trying to figure out the actions of their ex boyfriend but I don’t want to anymore. Short of him giving me the big gesture he’s done taking up space on this blog.
This is the last post about him.
This is called growth- he came out to a mutual friend’s birthday party last night. He met her at my party a week ago and I met her a few months ago. She’s my friend. I know what you’re thinking, he was interested in her. But he wasn’t. He barely talked to her.
He talked to me and bought me drinks. At one point I got pulled into the dance floor and danced with my new friends. He stayed back and started talking to a girl in the party. I stopped turning back to him and just nodded when he would get up to get refills for me. By the end of the night they exchanged numbers.
Later, we shared a taxi uptown and he started to get cranky and complain as he thought about Monday and the weekend being over. I smiled to myself because this was one of his traits that I never liked. He still had it. I didn’t miss it.
I dropped him off and the taxi took me to my apartment. By the time I got home I had a text from him ‘As always, it was good to see you.’ I smiled to myself because this was one of his traits that I did like. He still had it. I expected it.
This is called growth. I got home and didn’t cry. I didn’t feel like he holds the magical weight that could fill the love gap in my life. He may have it one day, but not now.
For now, I’m un-pausing myself and seeing who else can fill me up.
By the way, I’m so much prettier then that chick at the party was. What can I say, I can grow all I want, but that doesn’t mean I’m perfect.