Well. It's over and he's gone. Yesterday was the day I reached my wick's end with The Boy, not that it hadn't been burning fast for a long time now. 

 

I Believe:

 

That everyone deserves to be happy

That not everyone can be happy together

That relationships should evolve

That there are things to talk about that're deeper than the weather

That drinking, if a person so chooses to do so, should be done occasionally and not daily

That a person should not have to "raise" their partner

That building a person up is much harder than tearing them down

That if you're being torn down, you automatically return the favor

That everything we do is a choice and not a predetermined path

That personal independence is a virtue

That interpersonal dependence is not

That people believe whatever suits their fancy

That truth lies somewhere between each person's perceptions and is not self-evident

That a person's partner should come *first* in their lives, unless they have kids, who should automatically come first

 

That relationships are built on trust, honesty, integrity, and damned hard work

That there is no point in beating a dead horse

That spoiled milk never gets any fresher the longer you leave it in the fridge

That if you do something nice for a "taker" once, they'll expect it forever

That I deserve to be treated well

That I have not been

 

The Boy was given a choice. He could either have his bag, his booze, and his boys, or he could have a better future and me. He chose and he is gone. And while I will miss his presence, I will not miss his behaviors. Like I said before, *everyone* deserves to be happy. If drinking, smoking, and living as a child makes him happy, then he is completely entitled to that. *I* deserve to be happy too. Coming home to a drunk, passed-out mate is not a particularly pleasurable experience; finding out that something is destroyed because of drunkenness is even less so.

 

I chose too.

I chose me.

 

*shrug* C'est la vie

 

 

 
   

 


 
 
hester on
Re: The die is cast
(((((waxy)))))  I'm so sorry that you are having to go through this.

 

I'm glad you choose you but know that it is still a difficult place for you to be.

 

p.s. - have heard wonderful things about you from Ms. Not Right!

snuggs on
Re: The die is cast
*holds your hand* 

 

once you put it all on paper, so to speak....the choice is pretty obvious, innit?  you are the most marvelous woman, and you DO deserve a whole lot more than you've put up with for the past two years.  it's a shame the boy didn't realize it, altho i bet he does on some level. 

 

tits up, sweetie!  and now, a lil song for you from (quel suprise!) bette midler:

 

"You're Moving Out Today"

I stayed out late one night and you moved in.
I didn't mind 'cause of the state you were in.
May I remind you that it's been a year since then?

Today the landlady, she said to me,
"Your loony friend just made a pass at me."
Perhaps you might enjoy a cottage by the sea.

So pack your toys away,
your pretty boys away,
your forty-fives away,
your alibis away,
your silly lies away,
your old tie-dyes away,
your one more tries away.
You're moving out today.

You nasty habits ain't confined to bed.
The grocer told me what you do with bread.
Why don't you take up with the
baker's wife instead of me?

Pack up your rubber duck.
I'd like to wish you luck.
Your funny cigarettes, your sixty-one cassettes,
pack all your clothes away,
your rubber hose away,
your old day glows away.
You're movin' out today.

"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"
"I hate to do it"
"You gotta"

Pack up you dirty looks,
your songs that have no hooks,
your stacks of Modern Screen,
your portrait of the queen,
your mangy cat away,
your baby fat away.
You're headed that a-way.
You're moving out today.

[additional lyrics from the single]
Pack up your forck and spoon,
but leave my Lorna Doones;
Your map of Mozambique;
Your waterbed that leaks.

la la la la la la la la la.
la la la la la la la la . . .

"The reason I'm singing la la is because I'm so happy you're going.
Gosh, you've made me miserable.
I don't think I've ever been so unhappy as I've been this last year with you.
You are really a dirty, dirty guy. Did anybody ever tell you that?
Oh, uh, by the way, would you, uh, take off that coat you're wearing?
That's my coat you're wearing. Ah, yes. Thank you, oh. Goodbye!
Parting is such sweet sorrow . . ."


resable on
Re: The die is cast
I'm glad you chose you. I'll bet YOU are much better company anyhow. Just dont forget that your friends are here if ya start to tilt a bit. Lean on us.
labsnabys on
Re: The die is cast
(((((((waxy))))))))  Your lists of beliefs is just amazing, and I agree with every one of them.  A couple in particular resonate from a past failed marriage of mine...

That if you're being torn down, you automatically return the favor

One of the worst things about being with someone who does that is you can easily start turning into someone you don't like very much...it happens slowly so you don't realize it right away, and soon you become aware you're doing just what they are doing, and it feels lousy.

That a person's partner should come *first* in their lives, unless they have kids, who should automatically come first

And you deserve someone who will put you first...not second, third or fourth.

 


 
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