I certainly had an intersting one: in my FedEx gigging today, I met actor Robert Vaughn, Maurice Sendak and Jim Steinman (who wrote all of Meat Loaf's Bat Out Of Hell songs).
Impressive. You just brought me closer to within 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon.
Me & H: 33 yrs S: 4 & 6 D: 2 M: 9 yrs ILYBNILWY: 8/09 SEPARATED: 9/09 The Beginning
I certainly had an intersting one: in my FedEx gigging today, I met actor Robert Vaughn, Maurice Sendak and Jim Steinman (who wrote all of Meat Loaf's Bat Out Of Hell songs).
Impressive. You just brought me closer to within 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon.
Have I posted about Nephew, 31 telling a one-year-divorced coworker about me and suggesting we talk? N says to me "she's nine years younger than you and she's an art teacher, pretty, a lot of fun, great sense of humor and a bit hippie-ish like you. She gave me her email address and asked me to invite you to write her. She was saying she'd sure like some male company and conversation." Good kid, that nephew.
That was a week ago. I'm in no rush and have been quite busy, so have done nothing.
Last night he emails me saying, "I know I'll see you tomorrow, but I thought I'd tell you that coworker mentioned at Christmas party tonight that she hadn't heard from you," Good sign, I figure.
So I wait until this morning and send her an email: Subject: A man whose nephew has a good heart... "...Is sorry for taking a few days to respond to your invitation. But perhaps there can be no nicer first greeting than, "Merry Christmas Amanda."
I look forward to talking with you." Gardener. Pretty good, I thought.
Well, we've been emailing daily for past six days. Lotsa fun. Much in common. Good rapport. Decent person, etc. etc.
Sunday, I asked her out on a date, to go to a concert. She cautiously gives me a "maybe, if that's okay for now." "Sure." More emailing back and forth. Tuesday, a "definite maybe; sounds like it would be fun. And fun to meet." More emailing back and forth, Tonight, "I'd like to upgrade my 'definitely maybe' to 'sure, I'd love to!' Does that work for you?" "Of course: I'm thrilled you've accepted."
We've agreed to continue only via email for the next 27 days, because we're going out on January 28th.
Which, fittingly, and - I suppose, morally correctly - is the day after my D ! No expectations: company, conversation, music, fun and meeting someone new who seems so nice in our emailing.
2010 begins with a getting-out-of-my-box GAL.
Out with the old: 13 months of limboland, frustration, pain, loss. In with the new: Me. Year of the Gardener!
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
Last night, I sent an email to all four kids, even STBXW:
May 2010 bring us peace, healing, love, and the fulfillment of all of our hearts' desires. My love to you all,
Gardener/Dad
An hour or so ago my son calls me and says, "Did you see (StepD's) reply? She Replied To All, too." Me: "No" Son: "Sorry, Dad. Go look."
I did.
Gardener: Stop contacting (partner) and me. (StepD)
Eighteen years of loving her and treating her as my own... Still haven't heard from/gotten any replies from StepS, either, in weeks.
This hurts. Badly. I had hoped that with the end of '09 would also come the end of so many losses.
2010 begins and continues the same. Add to the Loss Tally Sheet: StepD, StepD's partner and new baby Granddaughter (or should I say former-StepD's daughter?). Obviously StepS, too. And while this may be minor compared to so many other sitches, I'm beginning to wonder how much more I can take.
This certainly challenges my "Don't take anything personally" and 'Don't make any assumptions" from The Four Agreements. am losing that challenge, today.
And while I don't usually use "Text-ese", WTF lies has STBXW told them?!
Again, Happy New Year to you all.
But in general. happy f*cking new year.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
As harsh as it is to say, it might be time to cut your losses for now. You can always accept an apology from them down the road, but they need to come to you. Right now, they aren't at that place.
Thanks, gima. I had already stopped attempting to make contact. Last night was just a honest wish to all.
I have no control. I will stop completely now.
But I keep thinking the question all of us on this forum have all asked ourselves at one time or another in one fashion or another (usually, of course,in relation to spouses):
How does a person simply discard a loved one?
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
