Okay, I've been thinking about what Myrrh and Karen have suggested. It might take me a few posts and some digesting to get to the bottom of this, though.
On the surface, it seems as though I need some WOA. But it actually goes deeper than this.
I think I need an R talk... some direction or indicator that this damn chapter is going to end!
I'm sick to death of being stuck reading the same dumb book over and over--and the worse part is that Mr. Wonderful ripped off the back third of the book so I can't read it through.
I'm left re-reading this same crap over and over, and have deduced a zillion different twists, but knowing that the story has 2 possible endings: we live happily ever after, or we get the bittersweet goodbye.
It's been nearly 15 months since he moved out. And it's been nearly 19 since we had any semblance of a M (no sex or conversation). I know I've given myself permission to end this on Mother's Day, and somehow the waiting still doesn't seem fair to me... Mer, yes, I'm really swallowing the pill on fair and right right now.
But where is the line crossed? It HAS to cross at some point.
I hope Mike reads this with a positive slant! We spent a lot of time in the restaurant dissecting everything. And oddly enough, it was fun! I enjoyed laughing with another person--particularly a man. (Oh, and did I mention that he's really handsome?) I realized that although I'm not ready to get out there and date, I'm getting ready.
And when this leftover weight (from birthing my adorable D7) is gone--thank you Slim4Life--I'm going to be in a position to do so!
I want to date! Is this unreasonable? It's been a really long time since I had any interesting male company where there was a hint of sexual attraction and the feeling of "maybe this will lead to something".
I'm lonely and sick of waiting for him to decide if I'm the one.
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
