Wednesday, November 10, 2010
. . but joy cometh in the morning." And it is morning, so I know I'm going to be OK.
Me and Baby Beast parted ways last night. I asked him to answer the only question that's important to me in a relationship right now.
In a year, will it be you and me? He said he didn't know, and that's just not good enough.
I'm 35 years old. I have a beautiful family, a great job, and I look DAMN good. Time's up for the audition. I stuck with him for two years, and gave my very best to the man that I love. For him to say that he does not know if he could see himself with me, that was just too much.
I've weeped, but I have not cried. I'm a little numb. When I give myself a couple of seconds to reflect, I feel the tears creeping into my eyes. So, today is going to be one of my busy days because I don't have time for tears. When I have time, I'll take a few moments to get it out my system and then move on.
Well, I tried.