Well. So much for my idea of writing at least once a week.
In some ways, I suppose that’s a positive thing. In the past (when I wrote on OD), I had a LOT of stuff going on in my life - much of it drama-filled. Writing was a way for me to vent…but also a way for me to document and keep track of all the things I had going on. I used my writing as a way to remember what had happened at a particular time.
These days… FAR less drama = FAR less writing.
In the past, my relationships were filled - FILLED! - with drama. Seriously. I won’t even bother to recap it all, but trust me. If my life had been a TV show, it would have won an Emmy every year for “Best Drama.”
Now…? Despite my numerous attempts at introducing drama into my relationship (because, as my therapist keeps suggesting, I miss it), my girlfriend is having none of it. WTF?! Come on…not even a LITTLE drama??
Take last week for instance - I got a little upset/anxious over some things. The main issue was this: It was a few days before her son’s bar mitzvah and her ex-husband was planning to be there. I’ve never met him, but he’s…not altogether stable. Truth be told, he has some mental health issues - and has had some substance abuse issues in the past - and can be unpredictable. (Please note: in NO WAY am I trying to “knock” the guy. She’s always been kind in talking about him and I actually have sympathy for him. I’m merely stating facts - he’s not a totally healthy person.) Anyway, I was feeling anxious about meeting him, which is rare for me - those sorts of things never bother me. But that just goes to show HOW anxious I was.
Anyway… I vented about it and it ended up becoming a “thing.” Since she and I rarely even have a disagreement about anything, much less an argument, it probably affected both of us more than it should have. But still… Through it all, she was calm, rational, logical, understanding, and loving. She also stood her ground, didn’t “play ball” with some of my bullshit, and - in the end - we worked things out and everything was OK.
Oh…and her ex? He didn’t even show up to the bar mitzvah…which really hurt his kids. But you know what? I feel bad for the guy. He was SO uncomfortable with being there (and maybe anxious about meeting me, too?) that he couldn’t bring himself to go. That’s pretty sad.
OK. That’s enough of an entry for now. I could write more, but perhaps that will be my incentive to come back more often.
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