To be honest, I'm surprised I slept at all last night. I usually don't when I'm upset or anxious about something. The night before Opening Day at Fenway, I didn't sleep a wink!
As anyone who reads my silly little blog, you have to realize it is what I claim it to be and nothing more. It's an open forum to vent and get things off my chest. Depending on the situation, just talking about it makes me feel better.
That is why what happened hurts so much. Someone. The Someone. Is gone. The reason for my semi calm nature during this whole house buying experience is no longer part of my life. It is funny because I am willing off the thought that if we were still speaking I would be telling him of the 7:30 am wake up call of my neighbor having his driveway jack hammered. Yep, you heard me. I thought the house was coming down. I bit of warning would have been nice! Perhaps he would have been here and I could have laughed about it; instead of calling the town to see what ungodly hour construction was allowed to begin here. Calmer heads did not prevail this morning.
Oddly enough it is not really about him. It's about me. (I admit, I threw out the "it's not you it's me" just now) It is more about the how and why and the continuous hurtful nature of the guys I meet. At the bare minimum at least this one didn't lie to me and about me, he just decided to take an opportunity and blame it on booze. I am a silly drunk. Not that it happens all that much. I tend to giggle a lot and do stupid things. Even in my drunkest moments I have never done something that I know would hurt someone else. I guess that people's true personality comes out when they are uninhibited. I honestly thought he was a good guy. It is amazing how one night can ruin it all.
Oh well. Plenty of Fish in the sea.....right?