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Perception

I spent the end of last week, and the entire weekend thinking I was having issues in my relationship.  At least that was my perception.  I’m not entirely sure what KOAPH’s perception was, but when I finally got a chance to actually talk to him face to face last night, he acted like there was nothing wrong, and there never had been.

In fact, he wanted to know why I hadn’t texted or called him the whole weekend.  Are you serious??  I told him I had texted him on Thursday, and hadn’t received even one reply from him, so I thought maybe it was best if I didn’t have any contact with him, until he decided to contact me, considering the two “space” talks we had had in the last month or so.

I knew he was having a hard time.  He had been missing his son terribly, and his ex wasn’t exactly forthcoming with visitation.  He even traveled the whole distance to see him a couple of weeks ago, and even though it was supposed to be his weekend with his son, she planned a trip and took him out of town.  I called her a selfish bitch, but would have much preferred to use the term cunt.  Mind you, I don’t know her at all, but I don’t have much patience for women who aren’t willing to co-parent with their children’s fathers.  They bitch to everyone if they have a kid with a deadbeat dad who doesn’t want to see their child, but they’re not satisfied when their child’s father wants to participate either.  What the fuck??  Bitches like this give the rest of us who are working to establish a positive co-parenting environment, a bad name.

Anyway, he decided he couldn’t take it anymore, and drove again to see his son.  He even took an extra day off work, because he was very emotional and just needed to see his boy.  The only reason I knew where he was, is because I saw a comment on FB.  I was overjoyed he was with his son, because I knew that’s right where he needed to be, and where his son needed him too.  When it was time to drop his boy back off with his mother, things didn’t go so well, because his son wanted to come home with him.  There were tears, from father and son.  By Monday evening though, he was feeling a bit better, because he had had a really positive weekend with his son.

I asked him why he didn’t tell me what was going on.  He told me it was because that wasn’t how he was raised, and he feels like he should handle it on his own, that I shouldn’t have to deal with it.  I told him that’s the beauty of being in a relationship–burdens can be shared.  I don’t have to fix his issues, and he doesn’t have to fix my issues, but by sharing them with each other it lightens the other’s load.  I just hope that next time he’s feeling down, and his load feels really heavy, he will open up a little more; at least leave the door cracked, instead of shutting it completely.

In Case You Were Interested. . . .

If you’re going to love me, there are a few things you should know.

1.  I expect you to love me with all of your being.  Yes, all of it.  You know why?  Because if I love you, I will love you with all of mine, so I only think it’s fair you do the same.  If you can’t love someone with all of your being, then what’s the point?

2.  Some days I won’t be easy to love.  I know some days you won’t be easy to love either, but on these days, I expect each of us to look at the other, and remember the reason we began loving each other in the first place.  Then we need to make a conscious effort to make each other laugh, because I know one of the reasons we will have begun loving each other is because we can always make each other laugh.

3.  Because you have a child (or if you have a child), I don’t always expect to come first, but I better be a damn close second.  You might not need me to be a mother to your child, and I know I don’t need you to be a father to mine, but being in a relationship with someone who already has children can be tough sometimes, but we still need to remember we are in a relationship.  I believe happy parents raise happy children, and well, just see #1, because if that’s what’s going on, everything will be okay.

4.  I don’t have to spend every waking moment, or every day with you.  However, I do expect to have daily contact with you.  Daily contact to me means speaking on the phone for at least a few minutes, if we cannot see each other, and we are not living together.  Texting doesn’t count.  Texting is lazy.

5.  I expect you to help me through tough times.  This doesn’t mean I think you need to pay my bills.  I need you to be there for me when I’m having a rough day, just like I will be there for you.

6.  I expect you to help me with projects.  No, I am not just trying to use you to do “man stuff” around my house.  I expect it, but it is very hard for me to ask for help.  I am stubborn, I am prideful, I am hard-headed, and I don’t like to be beholden to anyone.  I would imagine you are the same, because if you’re not, we probably wouldn’t have ever gotten together in the first place.  So please, volunteer to help me with stuff.  You helping me is sexy, and will get you tons of sex!

7.  I don’t have to have expensive gifts, but every once in awhile it would be nice to get thoughtful gifts.  I try to give the people I love thoughtful gifts, something that speaks to the type of person they are, and the things they like.  I like to receive thoughtful gifts, because it makes me feel like you’re paying attention, and that you really know me.

8.  I just realized this list could go on for awhile.  It’s not that I am telling you how to love me, I am just letting you know some of the ways I would like to be loved.  Do I like hear someone telling me they love me?  Of course.  Do I need to hear it 50 times a day?  No.  Do I need to be shown, through actions, that I am loved?  Yes, I do.  Love is a verb.

 

The Man Test List

A joint effort between me and my son.

A joint effort between me and my son.

About two and a half years ago, after I had told my loser ex-boyfriend, Mr. ASPD, to kick rocks for the last time, and got a PFA to drive my point home, my son and I came up with “The Man Test List”.  We happened to be sitting in a restaurant, waiting for our food, and I brought up the idea of making a list of qualities I would like to have in a guy.  I had seen this list thing on Oprah awhile before this–you know, the one where they say to write a bunch of the qualities down you want in a man, and then put it away, and the guy with those qualities will come to you?  After being with Mr. ASPD for 3 1/2 years and enduring loads of bullshit, I figured what the hell, I would try anything to get a good guy.  So, my son and I put together the pictured list.

Pretty easy to tell the things he was concerned about—“knows how to sharpen sticks” and “good at video games”, but he also came up with the “good job he can stay at a long time and not get hurt”.  I think that last one came from the fact that Mr. ASPD did concrete work, and had hurt his back about 9 months before I booted his ass out (I won’t go into the numerous pain killers he was on and what an ass he became when he was taking them).  I guess I wasn’t the only one who got tired of hearing about how bad his back hurt!  Funny how kids pick up on those things too.

I have never put these items in any order of importance.  I’m not sure if I could.  Do I have to have a man who dances country?  No, I can live without him being able to dance, but it would probably be a good thing if he likes country music.  Does he have to love cats?  Well, not love them, but he would have to put up with them since we have 2 in this house.  The sticks and the video games?  I don’t think my son is very concerned about a guy having those particular talents anymore.  The rest of the stuff on the list?  I wouldn’t consider any of them negotiable.  I think I am all of those things, so why wouldn’t I want a man who is all of those things?

Many of the guys I have come across since I came up with this list don’t have even half of these qualities.  Most of them don’t possess the loyal and trustworthy traits, which are key, regardless of whether they have the funny, smart, and caring ones.  I guess my point is this:  you better bring it.  Like I said, I pride myself on being pretty much all of these things, and more, so if you want to be with this girl, you best bring your “A” game, because I’m not fucking around.  I can put up with a lot of shit from a good man, but I won’t put up with shit from just any man.

 

Speed Not Reasonable & Prudent

Don’t know about any other states, but “Speed Not Reasonable & Prudent”, is a type of speeding ticket you can get yourself here in Kansas.  However, I’m not here to talk about traffic violations.  When I speak of unreasonable speed, I am referring to myself in a relationship.  I can go from zero to 90 in about 2.8 seconds.  I know that sounds impossible, but I don’t have much self-control when it comes to certain things:  chocolate, booze, sex, and men.   Over the years I have learned to reign myself in when it comes to the first two on that list, but not the last two.  Oh, and when you have the titillating combination of sex and a man, I am just totally fucked!

So, current relationship, Knight on a Paint Horse, and I, have been dating for about two months now.  I would say we are exclusive, even though we haven’t really spelled it out in detail.  He’s not a real detail type of guy, which I think is typical of most guys, so there are many things which go unspoken within our relationship; it’s like certain things are just supposed to be a given.  Plus, we spend quite a bit of time together.  Too much time I guess, because once again we have had to have the “oh my god you’re smothering me and I need a little time to myself” conversation again.  Yes, I get that I do this.  Yes, he is trying to be patient with me.  Yes, it does drive him crazy because he knows the reason I do it is because I don’t trust him.  Yes, I freely admit to him that I don’t totally trust him.  I hope that some day I can totally trust him, but that day is not today, and probably not tomorrow.  I know this is detrimental to a relationship, and I know my gut tells me he is probably trustworthy, but my fucked up head always gets in the way.

I also have no “whoa”.  I would say I don’t have any brakes, but Knight on a Paint Horse would say I have no “whoa”.  I don’t know when to stop; I don’t know when to whoa.  For example, even though I would never tell him this, I have already ran scenarios through my mind about us living together, and what kind of life we might build together.  For fuck’s sake, I have already introduced him to my parents!  WHOA!!  What the hell am I doing??  He needs me to whoa, and he told me so, but how in the fuck do I whoa?  How do I pull on the reigns and slow this horse down, when my worst fear is that stopping the momentum will get me bucked off and left in a cloud of dust while the Knight rides off without me?  I’m not really sure how to do it, except to just do it:  stop spending every night together, stop calling him immediately after he gets off work, stop spoiling him so much, and stop putting my life on hold for him.

He wants some whoa? I will do my best to give him some whoa.  I know I need some whoa in my life, so I can take time to enjoy the ride, as opposed to just racing to get to the end of the line.  It might be nice to actually try riding at the same pace as the Knight on the Paint Horse; maybe we can arrive at a destination at the same time.

Color Me Happy

I am one happy bitch. I got exactly what I wanted for Valentine’s Day. Chocolates? Hell no! Can’t eat them because I’m on a low carb eating plan. Flowers? What the hell would I want those for when they’ll just die? Sexual favors? Oh yeah. That’s what I got. I told him what I wanted, and the man delivered. I know, I’m a freakin’ nympho. Three times a day, four times a day, I say bring it on! I’m pretty proud of myself, and of my man–we’re in our early 40’s and we rock it more often than people in their 20’s. So be jealous bitches, because I am getting it on a regular basis and loving every fucking minute of it! (Shit, I just realized maybe that’s what Loverboy was talking about in that song.  And even if it’s not, take a listen to some kick ass 80’s tunes.)

VD Isn’t Just A STD!

VD also stands for Valentine’s Day.  Might as well be an STD, because that’s about how much I like it.  I have never been thrilled about Valentine’s Day, for the simple fact I hate having to wonder first, if I’m going to even have a “Valentine”, and second, if that “Valentine” is going to be a reciprocal gift-giver.  This year I do happen to have a Valentine, and thought it best just to come out and ask him if we were going to exchange gifts.  I think I actually asked him what his thoughts on Valentine’s Day were.  His reply was, “It’s just another day to me.  Does that upset you?”  That’s a good question.  In general, it doesn’t upset me, because it technically is just another day, and another way for retailers to make money.  That’s what I think in theory.  In practice, I would love to get a big bouquet of flowers, or some expensive bottle of perfume, or a nice new pair of cowboy boots.  (Didn’t expect that last one did you?  lol)  But, it seems I have a man who isn’t overly romantic.  I really don’t go in for the hearts and flowers bullshit anyway.  My preference would be to get something heartfelt, on an unexpected day.  Will he be the type to do that?  I don’t know yet.  As of today we have known each other about a month and a half.  I think things are going quite well.  Already he has surprised me with some of the things he’s done, so I guess a girl can never know what might happen on an unexpected day.

Relationship Lessons – Volume I

“Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.”
―    Kahlil Gibran,    The Prophet

That Kahlil Gibran, he was one smart motherfucker.  Can I say that??  Is that really appropriate to say about a poet?  Probably not, but since when am I appropriate? I think this passage is the perfect bit of advice when it comes to relationships.  However, I have never really put it into practice.  I have said even people who are in love need time to themselves, but I have only paid it lip service.  After last night, and a chat with my “Knight on a Paint Horse”, it is time to actually do it.

See, it seems I had been doing the same thing I always do when I get into a new relationship–smothering.  I wanted to be with him all the time!  Yes, like all the fucking time.  I wanted to see him after work, and before work, and sleep in the same bed (yes, it has moved rather quickly), and spend all our time together on the weekends!  So I led, and he followed, until he couldn’t follow anymore, and he finally said something about it.   I took it well, because I know I do this.  Hell, I think I know why I do this; I am half a bucket full of crazy.  That’s not quite the reason, but it’s close.  I do it, so I can keep him close to me, because I have an extreme fear of losing him.  What??  Yep.  It’s true.  After being left more than once by a man, I seem to have packed up this nasty little bag with abandonment issues.

But what better way of making sure a man never abandons you for another woman, if you have him in your sights constantly?  Oh, wait, you don’t think that’s the way to keep a man?  You think it’s better to let him have his space?  You think I shouldn’t focus all my attention on him, and keep some of it on myself?  You think I need to keep a sense of myself, because a relationship will never work if I don’t remain true to who I am, and if he doesn’t do the same?  Do you think there should be spaces in our togetherness?  I agree.  Did I just say I agree?  Yep.  I do.  But I can’t say it any better than Kahlil Gibran said it, so read it again.  Then maybe read it again.

 

 

Hey Mind!! Go fuck yourself!

I miss you.  I haven’t talked to in 24 hours, and it is almost painful.  I am guessing there is a very good reason why you haven’t answered my calls, or returned my calls or my text messages.  At least I want to believe there is a good reason.  I keep telling myself you are a good man with morals and that you wouldn’t just leave me hanging.  Unfortunately, my mind gets away from me and twists and skews what truths I know.  I want to tell my mind to go fuck itself.  Fuck you mind for making me doubt him.  I will fly back tomorrow, I will drive home from the airport and I will go to his house, and everything will be fine, and he will tell me how he dropped his phone and it broke, and how he felt so bad because he knew I would be worried and freaking out. 

Knights on Paint Horses

I have been absent, exploring new possibilities.  I have been acting like I am 18 again and losing out on a lot of sleep. The reason is laying at the other end of my couch right now, feet in boots, propped on my coffee table, sleeping and snoring off and on.  He is country.  He is old-school and knows how to work hard.  He gets me, and we make each other laugh until our guts hurt and tears run out of our eyes.  He talks tough, and has been brave enough to get on the back of a bull, but speaking of his son, or his grandpa, almost never fails to bring a tear to his eye.  He drinks Bud Light like it’s water, but never raises his voice at me in anger.  He looks at me like he can’t believe he was lucky enough to meet me.  It was instantaneous.  The day before I met him I had told my mom and a friend of mine that the internet dating thing was making me sick, and that I needed a simple man who had some fucking morals.  There he was the very next night.  He didn’t ride a horse in, but he does own one. 

Guest Posting at Saved In Drafts

When Sophie, from over at Saved In Drafts, asked kindly if I would guest post, I told her hell yeah!! She seems to think I cuss a lot, and I would fucking agree with that statement. She is from across the ocean, from that country where they have tea, and drink ales, and eat fish and chips. I really don’t know much about England, and hopefully, someday soon, Sophie will fill me in on what the hell bangers and mash are!!  I am pretty sure it’s some sort of food, but it may be some freaky sex shit too.  Either way, head on over and check out my post, Chemistry: A Formula for Disaster, and stick around and check out her blog. I love reading about her newlywed adventures, and think how she met her husband was quite serendipitous!

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