They say the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else. I used to always laugh whenever I heard that saying because in the past it has never served me well. The heart wants what it wants and when it doesn’t get it, it throws your whole mind off balance. Kind of like an emotional hostage standoff with yourself but you never really win. The mind is logical the heart acts like a three year old in a toy store throwing a tantrum over a toy it can’t have. Unrequited love, it’s the story of my life.
I’ve lost count how many times I have fallen hard for Mr Wrong. How i completely open up and love so very hard. There was Mr. Untouchable -who guarded his heart with a steel fortress, Mr. Soul-jah who was a vital part of me growing up and I remember anytime I would say I love you, i would say it in a whisper almost afraid it would fly away if i said it any louder, Mr. I really can’t stand you-but im gonna do the right thing-until i can’t-then I’m going to tear you down piece by piece until you are a shell of your former self and the oldie but recent who has so many names :Mr. Nomad- mister Mt Everest- mister soul, mister best friend, mister music, mister not in my life at the moment because I woke up one day and over waffles and conversation i realized he would never love me. This one in particular has been rough. It has me dreaming about him, it has me angrier than I’ve ever been, it has me sadder than I’ve ever been. This one has been someone I’ve loved for 15 years on and off, who became more than a love, but someone who knew what i was saying without me saying anything at all. He was my version of the unattainable, unconquerable Mr. Big, except in this ending there is no him chasing me down in Paris or standing outside my window with a boombox in Say Anything style. There’s not going to be a fight where we run outside and kiss in the pouring rain, there’s no being away and suddenly running through the airport, flagging down a taxi and banging on the door to declare that this whole time you’ve been an idiot and in fact are in love. That crap only exists in movies, in real life you get the occasional “hey ” text and then deafening silence in between.
My friends are so amazing and supportive and still hold on for hope that one day someone amazing as me will come into my life. My family or more so my mother has realized I’m 36 and in a loving, only a way a foreign mother can say- has all but given up on that hope for me, but reminds me that at least i have a child, a house and a car. Every now and then she sprinkles in the occasional “it’s ok to be a lesbian joke” as if she’s trying to coax me out of a closet that doesn’t exist or come to grips that I’m not married. Lol but in her ultra feminist rant and in the same breath will just say “ju dont need a maaan” (say it with a thick accent like Sofia Vergara- that’s how my mom sounds) but behind closed doors im sure it’s more like this
So back to friends. They have helped me swipe on dating apps and told me to let go of my Mr. Big, who have been there for my numerous rants and ups and downs they have been great. They tell me to get out more and offer dating advice from their married couches.
Imagine their surprise when i told them that a co worker is setting me up on a blind date with Mr. Unicorn. Mr. Unicorn has earned this nickname because he frankly sounds too good to be true. My matchmaking friend has told him about my independent, feminist, no nonsense, single mom, big booty, plus sized life and he’s still interested. I have been told personality traits that border on the line of unreal and get the fuck outta here- no one is that awesome. (6’9, has a career, no kids, likes to send flowers, likes plus sized girls, is a good friend ect) So i dubbed him Mr. Unicorn because you hear of people like this, but i personally have never met one) so you can imagine the flurry of excitement and advice on how to act, what to say, what to wear, what not to say. A team, a freaking team of friends have thought of every excuse i could come up with and have combated them with solutions before i could come up with them. I have 6 back up babysitters in case i try to use my child as an excuse, i have 3 sets of couples who can show up unannounced and “bump into me ” at said location. i have a team of women mad that i won’t pick an outfit and people treating this like I’m the fucking next in line to take on the throne lol.
I guess it doesn’t help that i haven’t been on a date since 2003. I’m not even lying about that part. I mean yes I’ve been with guys in between that time but my self esteem was so low i didn’t require much maintenance so no formal dates were had. So i know I’ll muck this up by being super awkward
So here i go, doing what i know is not best by trying to get under someone else to get over someone else. It has failed in the past but maybe I’ll get to meet some awesome people. And in the words of the amazing, talented Kristen Chenowith, Maybe this time. …
-Go out & be awesome ♡ Denise
So I think every now and then you have to sit back and take an honest assessment of self. Like you know ask the real tough questions you know need to be asked and answered but you avoid and watch YouTube videos about cats instead. They may range from “Can i really pull off faux leather leggings to Should I be worried that I find it better to sit at home then having to interact with people?”
followed by “How about I learn your last name or basic info before we go straight to couch cuddles.” Followed by LOL Because Lol makes it OK right? Its like a text band aid right? “Your mothers a whore!” is insulting but “Your mothers a whore LOL!” is OK right? OK maybe not. Maybe LOL isn’t the magic band aid that I thought. My bad.
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. 2016 seemed to come in at full force like ocean waves crashing into everything. At first i thought that the year would end up great- since i said goodbye to 2015 in such a grand way and brought in the new year with carefree abandon and an adventure crossed off the list.
a son, a friend. We became friends over 20 years ago and then lost touch over the years. Social Media reconnected us and although not as often as I should have, on occasion i would reach out. Often saying hello and always greeting him or signing off with the words “Old friend”. Cancer took my old friend. Words cannot describe how I am feeling. How my heart breaks for his wife, children and family. How at my age 36, i cannot fathom how this is possible. How this is unfair. All the feelings that I’m sure everyone who has lost someone has felt. I wish i would have made an effort all those times when i went back home to visit, to see him, to see anyone. I want to change this. I want to hold hands and hug and kiss and laugh with the majority of you that I grew up with. I don’t want the connection to be wireless but rather I want to be tethered to your lives and included in the memories.
e found a wonderful supportive online community on Facebook and I belong to a Single Parents group. We trade stories, atrocities, vent our frustrations, celebrate our successes and make new friends. Sometimes, there are things you feel better talking to complete strangers about then you do with people who are closer to home. I don’t know why but it does. Well at least to me. I have been inspired by the ladies in my groups and have learned that through this all I am not alone in my feelings or struggles or thoughts. I woke up this morning to a blog post from one of a fellow mom’s Emma Shaffer post about her feelings during this time of year. The dreaded holidays. I know when I was coupled up I didn’t think about things that I think about now and I feel that now I’m privy to a broader world outside of my own four walls. Its no secret that being a single parent is hard and I have posted before how sometimes we feel lonely or forgotten and that it is hard to communicate that.
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