Saturday, it was very boring. Alex slept til 3pm for reasons unknown to me. No, she's not on drugs nor is she depressed. She's a teenager who likes to stay up late. LOL.
Since it was a nice day out, I decided that I would like to be outside for a while. I called Justin to see if he might want to come by and talk for a while. It was good. We talked about everything except us. Sometimes, just hanging out with someone that you can totally be yourself around, that's just good enough.
Sunday, Alex had gone with her dad for a while. It was Alex's neice's 1st birthday. (Happy Birthday Ava!) So, Justin and I decided to hang out for a little bit again. It was good. We watched a movie (The Illusionist...... I didn't like it much) and we went to wash his car, get some food, change his wiper blades. Nothing major.
Again, we talked. Good talk. This time, it was about him and me..... us. Things were said about what we wanted, and there were no accusations, no name calling (other than I expressed what a GIRL he is... LOL), and no finger pointing. He simply wants to be friends. Not "friends with benefits" but JUST friends. Cool. He talked about who he had dated and is dating, and I shared the same info. Good talk.
Even though the whole talking thing was ..... honest, open, much like the closure we didn't have four months ago, it still was a little upsetting. We should be apart, for good. That's the plan.
Today, however, it hit me. I should have called in. No one should go to work when they have to fight back watery eyes and that ever-uglified "don't make me cry" face! I hate when my emotions get out of control. I absolutely hate it! For those of you that helped calm the storm, thank you so much. I was just really REALLY embarrassed that I let things get to me when they did.
As much as I like to be the walking M&M© that's all hard-shelled on the outside and a soft melty sweet mess on the inside, I am really only a woman. As much as I try to fight it, there are still tears left inside of me; Even when I think there's no reason to cry.
Tomorrow, this will all be fine.
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