hich brings me to the point.You should heed to TBTL.It's fun.It's like hanging out with friends.It's set in Seattle.It's light to take on iTunes.It's a great way to un-boring-up your morning shower.Which happened for me at 12pm today.Why?Well, I've had a bit of a 2 day setback.It's been around a month since The Aim of My Disappointment and I finally broke up and stopped speaking.Not speaking was good.Not speaking allowed me to give all (most?) of the disappointment and going in the preceding and focusing on the future.But so he went to the funeral of a dear friend of his near friend's who killed himself 9 years to the day that his wife cheated on him.So, understandably, he got all philosophical and sent me an email to make sure he let me acknowledge that he yet loves me and still cares for me no matter what our position is.Well, that's all fine and good, but it really threw me off track.I read the spot where the sentiment came from, but I truly don't need reminding of the bed and connectedness that I lost.This is nevertheless the correct decision, I want more and other things from a partner, but that doesn't mean it's not grievous to me.There is still love there.There is still connection there.But the kinship is irreparable.And I sure don't need to continue trying (as you know, when it's hard it's miserable) until the signal at which ALL passion is bewildered and we just hate each other.That seems really awful.So here we are.Combined with the fact that I pulled out of him that, even though it's just been 1 month, he had 2 dates with somebody that we met together months and months ago.And although he's not ready, it meant nothing, he didn't pursue, he's not seeing her again because he couldn't possibly, I merely compare that to my complete inability at this stage to even go thither myself.Obviously it wouldn't be ripe for me quite yet (let's get it all the pieces mostly swept up shall we?), it wouldn't be reasonable to the person across the board from me (pointless waste of time anyone?), and I wouldn't need The Object of My Disappointment to even get a puff of this being easy for me, of what we had meaning so small that I would and could hardly go right along.Because it doesn't and I can't. Anyway, with the assistance of one long nap, one puppy-eyed dog, and one practical book about relationships that seems to read all I've been done and all I've tried to see out, I'm back up into the sunshine.Going to go to meet with my chief and get some major stuff accomplished, and so maybe later, some American Idol.It's just this year, people.And tomorrow, an elementary school talent show featuring the littlest housemate.Hopefully nothing like a grouping of adorable kids to put a grin on your face.
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