The Reply

TT finally emailed me back. I sent him an email on September 27th. I don’t know that I really expected him to write back. I sent a life update email, just a little update on all the things going on in my life and in MG’s life.

His reply was short and sweet, he asked no questions and gave no feedback on what I had written him. I don’t know that he really cares anymore. His message was very short and cold we used to have such great conversations for hours and hours, and emails were long and full of detail and grit.

This is all he said:

“I am doing okay.. I am between NE and VA.. but I am doing fine. Talking is something I need to remember to do.. I realize that I don't talk to anyone anymore. I personally like that. Because the crap I would get and I would cause to others just got old.. So I am better not being with anyone nor talking to anyone.. for now..”

I don’t really understand, but I guess he really doesn’t want me too right now.

For the last 11 years TT has been in and out of my life. What is it about certain people that you just continue to let back in your life again and again, whether they are just a friend or something more. TT has always just been a friend, but he was always considered a good friend in my life.

Maybe once a person becomes part of your past and not so much in your present that is where they are best off being. It seems that every time I let me past back in my present, things don’t go so well. This should be telling me something right?

I have been reminiscing lately to the good times I have had with some people. Life is full of changes, love, disappointments, bad choices, regrets, laughter, fun, challenges and best of all friendships.

The Weekend!

The Weekend!

I always thought that the weekend was something to be enjoyed, a time to rest and recoup from the long hard busy week we always seem to have. The last three weekends have not been that way. They have been cram packed with lots of activities, cleaning, & prep work to study for tests or quizzes.

We were supposed to get together on Friday night. My friend Bubba and I (yes, just a friend nothing more) were going to get dinner and maybe a movie Friday night. He was supposed to call when he got to town that evening. I think he had to help another friend move something first. I never got the call! Then Saturday he was supposed to be at the game, no show again. I texted messaged him to find out that he broke the truck. This is a 33 year old man telling me he broke the truck. He went four wheeling in a truck that doesn’t belong in the mud, it just isn’t made for that!

I don’t understand why men continue to act like children all their lives, do men ever grow up and change?

Friday I was thinking there was some hope for a quite evening on Saturday, as my luck always seems to persist it was bad! I have numerous projects looming over my head that really need to get done, but after the last couple of weeks and weekends (camping with 10 girls) I had no desire to address them. My mother had a different plan for me. I am a 34 year old adult mom, so I thought! My dear sweet mother always wants to help which is great, just not when you need and want some good ol fashion rest. After my girl’s cheerleading (football) game she came to the house so we could work on getting my daughters summer and winter cloths switched around. My girl (MG) was at her dads this weekend so it did not take time away from her. This took several hours to finish!!! Yet I still had to prep for my study session with MG Sunday night. I was up till 3AM!!! No Rest, not much at least.

Sunday was not much better!

On my way home MG is telling me about her very eventful Saturday night. Please keep in mind she is only 10. I was told that Daddy’s wife (DW) was drunk and they decided to walk someone home at 10:30PM, (so hear is DW, with MG, her ½ sister (7) and DW’s daughter (11) & a Adult Neighbor also drunk) walking down the street. DW decides to take off running in slippers falls and scraps up her knees then rolls over into a ditch. They are late getting back so Daddy comes riding up in his S10 Chevy pick up and loads them into the back, speeds off spinning wheels, rubber burning. Where they live there are huge ditches on the sides of the road. So he is acting like this with my baby in the back on the vehicle. WHAT ARE THESE PEOPLE THINKING!!

YES!!! This is the reason I did not marry him, absolutely no common sense EVER!!!!