Sleep did not evade me last night! I got about 8 hours, albeit broken by waking up every couple of hours. But I got back to sleep pretty easily without Ambien. Yay!
My energy is my own this morning, and that feels good. No angst, except about how I’m going to do everything I want to do and still maybe get to the shoreline, lol. Grocery shopping first, my fridge is so bare! And putting the outside lights up, which shouldn’t take all that long. I promised my son I’d make cookies too.
The shore is about 45 minutes from me, which means an hour and a half drive time. Maybe an hour there. Maybe take a pad of paper and my kindle, read and write. Or just use my phone to write. I think I need to go. Need those negative ions that blow off the water and connect to my soul. The endless sky and water, and the islands, the places of my dreams that are also places I have some warm memories of.
I have some memories of S at the place I would go. (That’s a pic of it at the top of the page.) Our first date, which ended because the park closed. We spent the whole day together there by the water, just walking and talking. It is also the place where he first told me he wanted to be alone, it was last spring, and figure out what he needed to do with his life. He said, “I think I’m gonna break your heart again.” I answered with a smile, “Again?” We walked on the beach, we sat at a picnic table, we walked around the park and talked. I didn’t get upset, at all. I remember he was turned around as to where he was in relation to the water and the islands, and insisted that one island was another. These were the waters I lived on, on my boat, for 30 years, so I told him when we walked up on a ridge he’d see I was right. And of course I was. I laughed and said, “See….here you have a woman who knows the waters around here like the back of her hand and you don’t want her…” He looked at me and said, “It’s never been a question of not wanting you.”
I asked if it was a temporary or a permanent break, he said “I didn’t think temporary was an option.” I told him that I think he probably needs to do it, and if he wanted he could just check in with me when he felt like it, let me know how he’s doing.
Obviously, that was all because Betty was back in his life, I know now. Why he didn’t want to tell me the truth I don’t know. But at any rate, when I didn’t get upset and just was a friend to him, he asked me if I wanted to come over for dinner (which never meant just dinner). So much for not seeing me anymore. I said to him, “you just said you wanted to be alone….” He said, “but I like you so much when you’re like this….” Lol.
I do think he had a soft spot for me, and in some warped way wanted to keep me in his life, while he kept her. It’s just too bad that he couldn’t own the truth with me. He could have kept me in his life if he had, as a friend. If he could own what he’s done now, we might be friends again. I never could hold a serious grudge. Even for this, if he’s learned his lesson and can stop lying to me. I would never be intimate with him again, but we could at least talk, he could still make me laugh. Maybe. If he could own his story, and stand up and be counted.
Of course, he may be holding a grudge with me, for making him tell her, for bringing the truth out. But I think, really, he knows that it’s his own actions that caused the situation. Not the fact that I insisted the truth be on the table.
At any rate, I don’t feel like I’d be triggered into anything if I go there. I feel like it’s all a story of my past now. Distance and time have given me back my own life.
Time for me to get my day underway, if I really want to get everything done today.