I'm back. Where have I been?
...
...
everywhere?
To the surprise of no one (but the disappointment of me), Ex Boyfriend did not, in fact, pay me back in full like he promise. Nor did he send me a debit card like he then suggested.
He sent cash. Once. Then, three months later, a PayPal payment.
I know. I know. I should cut my losses, yes? But please- we're talking several grand here. It's going to take much sacrifice and the rest of this year to pay off in full the credits cards he ran up in my name. Is it really so wrong to squeeze him for some cash while I fix that problem? I thought not.
"But wait!" you say. "You work part time at a crappy dry cleaner! How can you afford to pay off two credit cards in one year?" WELL! HA!
I got fired from the dry cleaner. That was lame. REALLY REALLY lame. Yet, one month later (February- I got axed right after Christmas. Lamexlame), after continuous job hunting, I landed a super sweet gig at an oil&gas company as the file clerk/data entry/office bitch.
May I just say, yay? Full time, benefits, about $24K a year, and my own OFFICE! With walls! And a desk!
"Well, ok, that's great," you say, "but is that all you do now? Work?"
Of course not! I'm still continuing with my paralegal classes- who knows where I'll end up? Always good to have a wide range of legit skills.
I also (somehow, strangely) developed a social life. I know, me too! But more and more, people were like "we should totally hang out!" and I was like "sure <3" and then MORE hanging out happened (and drinking. yum), and then I was TRAVELING and now I'm all like "wait, let me see if I'm free *teehee*".
It's bewildering. I'm clinging to it like a cat to a person above a tub of water. ME GUSTA.
"Well gee, that's fantastic!" you say. I must agree, truly. In addition to all that awesome, I'm (finally...) losing my breakup weight! God bless WeightWatchers. It works. I've lost almost 10lbs.
Oh damn. Here comes the snark.
"Well, that's all good and lovely," you begin snippily, " but it's been over a year since you got your ass dumped... and yo're still single? Mmm, so sad..."
Whatever bitch. THAT is for another post ^.~
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Letter to my past self
Dear Kim of 2007,
I'm sorry. You suffered because the strength you'll have in the future isn't there for you in your present. When that Jerk said he didn't know who he wanted to be with, I wish I could go back and speak for you. I could have told him then what I know now: Let him choose her. You deserved someone who you didn't have to share, not like that. I wish you could have been able to tell him that if he chose her, he would lose you forever, because he isn't worthy of having you. Past Self, anyone who would keep you on the side while he's off loving someone else can't truly love anyone. I wish I could go back and tell you how much better your life becomes when you realize that you're free.
Also, Thank you. Thank you for surviving those years and for taking all that happened and channeling it into making yourself stronger. You would be amazed at who you become and how you face the world in four years.
I know you'll be looking for someone in your future, because I am now. Don't worry- we will find that person who doesn't ask us to share, who loves us as we deserve to be loved.
-Kim of 2011
I'm sorry. You suffered because the strength you'll have in the future isn't there for you in your present. When that Jerk said he didn't know who he wanted to be with, I wish I could go back and speak for you. I could have told him then what I know now: Let him choose her. You deserved someone who you didn't have to share, not like that. I wish you could have been able to tell him that if he chose her, he would lose you forever, because he isn't worthy of having you. Past Self, anyone who would keep you on the side while he's off loving someone else can't truly love anyone. I wish I could go back and tell you how much better your life becomes when you realize that you're free.
Also, Thank you. Thank you for surviving those years and for taking all that happened and channeling it into making yourself stronger. You would be amazed at who you become and how you face the world in four years.
I know you'll be looking for someone in your future, because I am now. Don't worry- we will find that person who doesn't ask us to share, who loves us as we deserve to be loved.
-Kim of 2011
Monday, November 1, 2010
The Sad Truth
There are many things about a breakup that suck- loss of friends, decreased self esteem, the unanswerable questions. But you know what? You get past all that. You make new friends. Those new friends rebuild your self confidence, and you learn to let go of the unanswerable questions.
So what's the worst part?
The loneliness.
Like I said, you make new friends, and those friends are wonderful. They get you through those tough times, they take you out of your cocoon of despair.
When you get home though, there's no one there. Oh you may have a roommate or family, but you are alone. That person who was at the party with you went back to his house. He isn't home with you. He isn't reminiscing about the night or continuing a conversation.
When you crawl into bed, you sleep with no one.
That is the worst part. That pervasive loneliness comes and goes in intensity but it's always there. To paraphrase a book I read, you can go out with cash in you wallet for a cab if you can't drive, you watch what you drink, but nothing takes the place of having another person watching your back.
I miss that most from being in a relationship. Not from my ex specifically, just that security. It hovers around you as an unseen force that gives you an intangible sense of safety. You know that you can pick up your phone and text or call that person and he will be there. You know that if you have a nightmare, he'll be right there to calm you down. He'll be the one getting you tea or water or medicine in the middle of the night when you get sick.
I'll tell you this though- if anyone reading this is suffering from that loneliness, I like hugs- both giving and receiving.
So what's the worst part?
The loneliness.
Like I said, you make new friends, and those friends are wonderful. They get you through those tough times, they take you out of your cocoon of despair.
When you get home though, there's no one there. Oh you may have a roommate or family, but you are alone. That person who was at the party with you went back to his house. He isn't home with you. He isn't reminiscing about the night or continuing a conversation.
When you crawl into bed, you sleep with no one.
That is the worst part. That pervasive loneliness comes and goes in intensity but it's always there. To paraphrase a book I read, you can go out with cash in you wallet for a cab if you can't drive, you watch what you drink, but nothing takes the place of having another person watching your back.
I miss that most from being in a relationship. Not from my ex specifically, just that security. It hovers around you as an unseen force that gives you an intangible sense of safety. You know that you can pick up your phone and text or call that person and he will be there. You know that if you have a nightmare, he'll be right there to calm you down. He'll be the one getting you tea or water or medicine in the middle of the night when you get sick.
I'll tell you this though- if anyone reading this is suffering from that loneliness, I like hugs- both giving and receiving.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Maybe I should call her Professor Pink Bra instead...
While I was completing my undergrad degree, I formed a strong relationship with some of my professors, to the point that now 9two years after graduating) I still stop by to say hi and chill with them.
This past Wednesday, I was on campus to hijack the free printing from the computer lab for a ridiculously long supplement for one of my law classes. 60 pages, using my ink and paper? Um, no.
Once I had safely printed the document and escaped unnoticed, I stopped by my Linguistics professor's office to say hi.
She asked how my sister's wedding went. I told her it was lovely.
She asked how That Boy was. I told her the truth.
She was all that was kind and understanding. Except not.
She got excited, jumped up and down in her chair and asked, "Can I say it? Oh please let me say it!" followed by an exuberant, childish chant of "I told you so, I told you so!"
Yeah. Not quite what I wanted, but everything I was expecting. See, Linguistics Professor saw me when Ex Boyfriend dumped me the first time three years ago. She knew that I had tried to kill myself and how utterly lost I was.
She saw how hard it was for me to pick myself back up. She saw me graduate despite that setback. She knew how much I wanted it to work.
Still, she redeemed herself (after a few more "I told you so's" slipped out) by commenting that she was happy for me.
And you know what? She really was. She has always believed that I was too good for Ex Boyfriend, that I deserved better. In addition to being happy for me, she also said that she coudl tell that I was happy. Not "oh, I'm doing so so but I'll stick a smile on my face" happy, but honestly happy.
And she's right. I am happy. Not 'the sky is blue and bird are singing oh joy!' happy, but at peace with myself happy. Though I very much loved Ex Boyfriend (and cliche as it is, part of me always will), I'm happier without him. I don't feel like I have to answer to another person if I want to go out with friends. I don't have to feel bad if a guy expresses interest in me. I no longer plan to live in a state I never want to be in just to be with his dead end self.
I really am happy.
This past Wednesday, I was on campus to hijack the free printing from the computer lab for a ridiculously long supplement for one of my law classes. 60 pages, using my ink and paper? Um, no.
Once I had safely printed the document and escaped unnoticed, I stopped by my Linguistics professor's office to say hi.
She asked how my sister's wedding went. I told her it was lovely.
She asked how That Boy was. I told her the truth.
She was all that was kind and understanding. Except not.
She got excited, jumped up and down in her chair and asked, "Can I say it? Oh please let me say it!" followed by an exuberant, childish chant of "I told you so, I told you so!"
Yeah. Not quite what I wanted, but everything I was expecting. See, Linguistics Professor saw me when Ex Boyfriend dumped me the first time three years ago. She knew that I had tried to kill myself and how utterly lost I was.
She saw how hard it was for me to pick myself back up. She saw me graduate despite that setback. She knew how much I wanted it to work.
Still, she redeemed herself (after a few more "I told you so's" slipped out) by commenting that she was happy for me.
And you know what? She really was. She has always believed that I was too good for Ex Boyfriend, that I deserved better. In addition to being happy for me, she also said that she coudl tell that I was happy. Not "oh, I'm doing so so but I'll stick a smile on my face" happy, but honestly happy.
And she's right. I am happy. Not 'the sky is blue and bird are singing oh joy!' happy, but at peace with myself happy. Though I very much loved Ex Boyfriend (and cliche as it is, part of me always will), I'm happier without him. I don't feel like I have to answer to another person if I want to go out with friends. I don't have to feel bad if a guy expresses interest in me. I no longer plan to live in a state I never want to be in just to be with his dead end self.
I really am happy.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Schadenfreude
I've known since May, easily, that when SlutBitch (Ex-Boyfriend's wife) finishes her AIT training, she and Ex Boyfriend would be stationed somewhere that isn't the town we all lived in.
I've been apprehensive about this- what if I get a rockin' job somewhere only to find out after I've moved that Ex Boyfriend is living on the nearby Army base? We could run into eachother at the movies (awkward)! I could be on a date and they walk into the same restaurant (super awkward)! She uses my firm to initiate divorce proceedings (awkward, unlikely, but almost hopeful)!
Well, he texted me the other day to let me know that SlutBitch was already told where she'd be stationed:
KOREA.
All I can say is thank GOD he didn't actually call me to tell me this because oh lordy, I was laughing.
Ex Boyfriend does not speak Korean. He hates seafood, veggies and pretty much any Asian food that isn't beef lo mein or orange chicken (ie, everything in Korea). He will have no friends except his wife. He won't be able to go to school like he had planned (snort), and he has no jobs skills outside of glorified babysitting.
Essentially, he will be able to do nothing with his day except clean house, work out, play video games, and cook dinner for SlutBitch.
His life is going down in flames, and I am happily watching it burn.
I've been apprehensive about this- what if I get a rockin' job somewhere only to find out after I've moved that Ex Boyfriend is living on the nearby Army base? We could run into eachother at the movies (awkward)! I could be on a date and they walk into the same restaurant (super awkward)! She uses my firm to initiate divorce proceedings (awkward, unlikely, but almost hopeful)!
Well, he texted me the other day to let me know that SlutBitch was already told where she'd be stationed:
KOREA.
All I can say is thank GOD he didn't actually call me to tell me this because oh lordy, I was laughing.
Ex Boyfriend does not speak Korean. He hates seafood, veggies and pretty much any Asian food that isn't beef lo mein or orange chicken (ie, everything in Korea). He will have no friends except his wife. He won't be able to go to school like he had planned (snort), and he has no jobs skills outside of glorified babysitting.
Essentially, he will be able to do nothing with his day except clean house, work out, play video games, and cook dinner for SlutBitch.
His life is going down in flames, and I am happily watching it burn.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
I suppose two snowflake could be alike if you use a stencil...
One of the most commonly used cliches is that people are like snowflakes- no two are alike. You can't simply swap one person out for another and continue on like nothing changed. Even twins, people who are genetically the same person raised in the same environment end up being two distinct persons.
We as people don't want to believe that we're replaceable. That's why we develop likes and dislikes and personal style: we want to be irreplaceable.
This is heightened after you get dumped. You see your ex's new squeeze and start thinking to yourself, "well, she may be THIS but she'll never share THAT with him!". And for the most part, that's true. Different couples do different things together because it's different people.
Except in my case.
Ex-Boyfriend's new wife is, on paper, very similar to me. Physically we're both short and petite with pale skin and dark hair. We both grew up watching anime, enjoy(ed) table top gaming, video games, Disney movies and had similar tastes in reading material. We both have BAs in English. She originally planned to become a lawyer, then joined the military. I was in the military for a short stint, and have decided to become a paralegal. We both even have younger brother of approximately the same age.
Despite those similarities (and the fact that I have the good taste to not knowingly sleep with someone else's fiancee), there are obviously some differences between us (thank god). Still, I couldn't help thinking after Ex-Boyfriend dumped me that in marrying her, he got the not crazy, better version of me.
Hey. Don't judge. I was depressed.
Once I got over that (mostly), I clung, like every other dumpee, to the notion that he and I would still have certain things that were sacred- songs, movies, vacation destinations. For example, Ex-Boyfriend and I had always talked about visiting Disney World for out honeymoon. He went there a lot as a child, and I had always wanted to go.So, while he was at AIT, he got vacation time over Labor Day and spent it with me and his parents at Epcot. We walked around the World Stage thing, rode inside the giant golf ball and has a blast. Even after he finished training and came home, we were planning to take another trip with some friends.
You can see why I thought this sacred, yes?
Then I made an uh oh.
I link stumbled onto his wife's Facebook (I'm blocked from his. Ass.). I saw their wedding pictures (her dress is ugly and she looks fat). I also saw pictures of them on a vacation.
At Disney World. At the World Stage. Where he and I had been.
I knew he had been there- he canceled seeing me for my birthday (before the breakup) to go on the trip. He said it was a family only trip.
When I saw those pictures, readers, I think I started crying again. He had obviously lied (again) which hurt as it always does.
More than hurt, I felt replaced. I felt, and still do feel, like he just dumped me, picked out someone similar to me but without the crazy, and continued on. Nothing was safe. Nothing was special between us.
It was like I wasn't a person anymore. I was just a role, and someone took over that role.
I'm sorry if it saddens you to read this, but it was infinitely worse to experience. I have at many times felt like I didn't matter or didn't count because someone was always better or brighter (actually, that would be most of my life), but never before had I felt replaced.
Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend, for completely and utterly replacing me.
We as people don't want to believe that we're replaceable. That's why we develop likes and dislikes and personal style: we want to be irreplaceable.
This is heightened after you get dumped. You see your ex's new squeeze and start thinking to yourself, "well, she may be THIS but she'll never share THAT with him!". And for the most part, that's true. Different couples do different things together because it's different people.
Except in my case.
Ex-Boyfriend's new wife is, on paper, very similar to me. Physically we're both short and petite with pale skin and dark hair. We both grew up watching anime, enjoy(ed) table top gaming, video games, Disney movies and had similar tastes in reading material. We both have BAs in English. She originally planned to become a lawyer, then joined the military. I was in the military for a short stint, and have decided to become a paralegal. We both even have younger brother of approximately the same age.
Despite those similarities (and the fact that I have the good taste to not knowingly sleep with someone else's fiancee), there are obviously some differences between us (thank god). Still, I couldn't help thinking after Ex-Boyfriend dumped me that in marrying her, he got the not crazy, better version of me.
Hey. Don't judge. I was depressed.
Once I got over that (mostly), I clung, like every other dumpee, to the notion that he and I would still have certain things that were sacred- songs, movies, vacation destinations. For example, Ex-Boyfriend and I had always talked about visiting Disney World for out honeymoon. He went there a lot as a child, and I had always wanted to go.So, while he was at AIT, he got vacation time over Labor Day and spent it with me and his parents at Epcot. We walked around the World Stage thing, rode inside the giant golf ball and has a blast. Even after he finished training and came home, we were planning to take another trip with some friends.
You can see why I thought this sacred, yes?
Then I made an uh oh.
I link stumbled onto his wife's Facebook (I'm blocked from his. Ass.). I saw their wedding pictures (her dress is ugly and she looks fat). I also saw pictures of them on a vacation.
At Disney World. At the World Stage. Where he and I had been.
I knew he had been there- he canceled seeing me for my birthday (before the breakup) to go on the trip. He said it was a family only trip.
When I saw those pictures, readers, I think I started crying again. He had obviously lied (again) which hurt as it always does.
More than hurt, I felt replaced. I felt, and still do feel, like he just dumped me, picked out someone similar to me but without the crazy, and continued on. Nothing was safe. Nothing was special between us.
It was like I wasn't a person anymore. I was just a role, and someone took over that role.
I'm sorry if it saddens you to read this, but it was infinitely worse to experience. I have at many times felt like I didn't matter or didn't count because someone was always better or brighter (actually, that would be most of my life), but never before had I felt replaced.
Thank you, Ex-Boyfriend, for completely and utterly replacing me.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Gaga for Gaga
Like the vast majority of... well, the world, I am a fan of Lady GaGa. In fact, I honestly believe that my love life over the past year or so can happily be traced through some of her most popular songs:
Just Dance: Like it says in the song, it's gonna be ok. I had a sense that something wasn't right, that I was missing something, but whatev! I'm groovy.
Poker Face: To those who don't know, GaGa herself has stated that the song is about a woman who has to keep a poker face in bed because she's thinking of another person (in GaGa's case a girl) while in bed with her boyfriend. Tada! My boyfriend did the same thing- he was thinking of another girl while with me.
Bad Romance: This would be me right after the breakup. I didn't care what he threw at me, I wanted my ex's love in any form- the ugly, the angry, the crazy. I didn't wanna be friends, I wanted a romance, no matter how destructive.
Paparazzi: Like every girl who's been dumped out of the blue, I believed that if I just stuck around Ex Boyfriend, he would fall in love with me (again).
Telephone: Once I got through the worst of the breakup, I started bathing regularly again and leaving my house. I went out with friends more. Problem? Ex Boyfriend would call and text at inopportune times.
Alejandro: I heard this song when Co Worker mentioned liking the line, "just smoke my cigarette and hush". I see it as my "I'll always love you for being my first love, but please go away now" song. Though I won't divulge his name, Ex Boyfriend's name sounds similar enough to the boys in the song that I happily substitute his name in whenever I hear the song.
See? GaGa sang my love life.
Courtesy of a belated birthday gift from my oft absent yet awesome older sister, Ms. BearCub, I recently saw Lady GaGa in concert. For my first non symphonic concert, it was an excellent selection. Of course, you don't just go to a concert- you experience it. For BC and I, it started with dinner at a Vietnamese/French restaurant (my treat) before heading into the local downtown area for some liquor before the show (dutch), and then finally dashing and giggling our way to the concert (her treat).
As I live in the Bible Belt, protesters show up fairly often when anything outside of "the norm" is taking place. Therefore, it came as no surprise to BearCub and I when, upon passing the Baptist convention next to the concert hall, saw anti-GaGa protesters doing their thing.
During the concert, GaGa herself commented on this. She said, "Outside they're spreading hatred and diversity. In here, it's all about love and unity". She went on to talk about how it's ok if someone tells you that you aren't thin enough or pretty enough or cool enough, in that convention center that night we were not alone. She calls her fans little monsters because each and every one of them has a monster that he or she fights every day. GaGa called for her fans to embrace who they were no matter what.
Frankly, I wanted to hug her. Not because she was a celebrity and I could brag that I hugged Lady GaGa, but because I recognized a fellow survivor and fel her words resonate. And then, of all things, she echoed BearCub- it's not cool to be sad. It's cool to be happy. Bear Cub has been encouraging me to be happy for months, and to hear GaGa say the same sentiment was just a "woah" moment.
I loved the concert. The performance was of course amazing and the songs wonderful, but moreso than that, I felt such a sense of acceptance and warmth, even surrounded by 20,000 strangers.
Mind you, I also loved the giant puppet.
Just Dance: Like it says in the song, it's gonna be ok. I had a sense that something wasn't right, that I was missing something, but whatev! I'm groovy.
Poker Face: To those who don't know, GaGa herself has stated that the song is about a woman who has to keep a poker face in bed because she's thinking of another person (in GaGa's case a girl) while in bed with her boyfriend. Tada! My boyfriend did the same thing- he was thinking of another girl while with me.
Bad Romance: This would be me right after the breakup. I didn't care what he threw at me, I wanted my ex's love in any form- the ugly, the angry, the crazy. I didn't wanna be friends, I wanted a romance, no matter how destructive.
Paparazzi: Like every girl who's been dumped out of the blue, I believed that if I just stuck around Ex Boyfriend, he would fall in love with me (again).
Telephone: Once I got through the worst of the breakup, I started bathing regularly again and leaving my house. I went out with friends more. Problem? Ex Boyfriend would call and text at inopportune times.
Alejandro: I heard this song when Co Worker mentioned liking the line, "just smoke my cigarette and hush". I see it as my "I'll always love you for being my first love, but please go away now" song. Though I won't divulge his name, Ex Boyfriend's name sounds similar enough to the boys in the song that I happily substitute his name in whenever I hear the song.
See? GaGa sang my love life.
Courtesy of a belated birthday gift from my oft absent yet awesome older sister, Ms. BearCub, I recently saw Lady GaGa in concert. For my first non symphonic concert, it was an excellent selection. Of course, you don't just go to a concert- you experience it. For BC and I, it started with dinner at a Vietnamese/French restaurant (my treat) before heading into the local downtown area for some liquor before the show (dutch), and then finally dashing and giggling our way to the concert (her treat).
As I live in the Bible Belt, protesters show up fairly often when anything outside of "the norm" is taking place. Therefore, it came as no surprise to BearCub and I when, upon passing the Baptist convention next to the concert hall, saw anti-GaGa protesters doing their thing.
During the concert, GaGa herself commented on this. She said, "Outside they're spreading hatred and diversity. In here, it's all about love and unity". She went on to talk about how it's ok if someone tells you that you aren't thin enough or pretty enough or cool enough, in that convention center that night we were not alone. She calls her fans little monsters because each and every one of them has a monster that he or she fights every day. GaGa called for her fans to embrace who they were no matter what.
Frankly, I wanted to hug her. Not because she was a celebrity and I could brag that I hugged Lady GaGa, but because I recognized a fellow survivor and fel her words resonate. And then, of all things, she echoed BearCub- it's not cool to be sad. It's cool to be happy. Bear Cub has been encouraging me to be happy for months, and to hear GaGa say the same sentiment was just a "woah" moment.
I loved the concert. The performance was of course amazing and the songs wonderful, but moreso than that, I felt such a sense of acceptance and warmth, even surrounded by 20,000 strangers.
Mind you, I also loved the giant puppet.
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