Matt asked me if I'd sworn off men last night, or rather if I've still sworn off men. Since I'd made that statement to him. He also told me I didn't mean it, and that I'd break it pretty quick.
I don't think so now.
There's - damage, now. Ok *grins* I'm damaged period, I think if you're not in some way, you're not living. It's what you DO with that damage that counts. (It's why I can't respect some people, or like them. They want above their damage, like it doesn't exist. But it's like ignoring a part of you, like your foot, or your ass. (depending) And forgetting about it means you're doomed to make the same mistakes. If I've already been through it once with you, chances are I'm not going to do it again.)
Anyway, if I were to meet someone, or bring someone else back in, they would get full frontal blast of "this." And that's not fair, and it'll have me back right "here" in six months.
I don't dare, it's not fair. Plus, I don't want someone who will "understand" what's going on.
Heh - my poor pet, he probably thinks that I don't remember him here. I do, but it's the distance. And this isn't about you sweets. I'll be telling you about it soon, so just hold judgment til then.
This is courtesy of an email I got this morning. And some advice I tried to give KA last night. "If it's not your decision, it's someone else's take the power back onto yourself" Well I made the decision, not that it hadn't made for me, but it was a matter of turning my mind on it, for me to live with it. The door is closed, and locked from my side.
There's about three, maybe four of you that know what I'm talking about. Soon to be five once I track down my pet. This is exactly what you're thinking. I'll tell you particulars later.
Otherwise, just understand, I'm going to be bitter for a while, and am really not fit company for anyone, romance wise. Until I can go into something with only a carry on, and not the entire set of Royal Matched Luggage, I don't want to go.
I'm hungry. And I need to get some work done and call El back. but not until my sister leaves. I hate having people in the house.
I don't think so now.
There's - damage, now. Ok *grins* I'm damaged period, I think if you're not in some way, you're not living. It's what you DO with that damage that counts. (It's why I can't respect some people, or like them. They want above their damage, like it doesn't exist. But it's like ignoring a part of you, like your foot, or your ass. (depending) And forgetting about it means you're doomed to make the same mistakes. If I've already been through it once with you, chances are I'm not going to do it again.)
Anyway, if I were to meet someone, or bring someone else back in, they would get full frontal blast of "this." And that's not fair, and it'll have me back right "here" in six months.
I don't dare, it's not fair. Plus, I don't want someone who will "understand" what's going on.
Heh - my poor pet, he probably thinks that I don't remember him here. I do, but it's the distance. And this isn't about you sweets. I'll be telling you about it soon, so just hold judgment til then.
This is courtesy of an email I got this morning. And some advice I tried to give KA last night. "If it's not your decision, it's someone else's take the power back onto yourself" Well I made the decision, not that it hadn't made for me, but it was a matter of turning my mind on it, for me to live with it. The door is closed, and locked from my side.
There's about three, maybe four of you that know what I'm talking about. Soon to be five once I track down my pet. This is exactly what you're thinking. I'll tell you particulars later.
Otherwise, just understand, I'm going to be bitter for a while, and am really not fit company for anyone, romance wise. Until I can go into something with only a carry on, and not the entire set of Royal Matched Luggage, I don't want to go.
I'm hungry. And I need to get some work done and call El back. but not until my sister leaves. I hate having people in the house.