Dinner: Nothing, yet
So, anyway, Dear Diary, I have been feeling so good about just everything. A life is not static. Stuff happens. Uncertainty is the one thing of which you can be certain, especially if you are going to do more than stay home in your little cave and not be involved in anything. Oh, lordy, does stuff happen. You know, I would not have it any other way. Really.
A lot of days without serious problems, except for the usual ones around here. I went to the fruit festival yesterday and it was great and then today happened. It is not worth writing about here, but it was pretty terrible and it was made clear that it was, not exactly punishment for having a life, but sort of like the consequences of doing things that someone does not want me to do. I kind of crumbled into pieces earlier, but am better now.
I was trying so hard to make this work here and praying about it and asking for some way to resolves some of the stuff. Well, you often get exactly what you ask for and that manifested early this morning. It is just that I was unprepared for how it happened, as in caught completely off-guard. You know, just when you think that being a good person, doing all of the right things for the right reasons, that all of that love and support will come back to you in some measure, it does not. Well, that is the way it goes. I should not ever be surprised, but I am. Over and over.
Once I recovered from the shock, I was fine. I will be better, but, gosh, I do not think that I will ever get used to this and that I will always be stunned when it happens again. The deliberate cruelty is, what, a new heartbreak every single time. I have had hours to think about this and, whilst I am sort of, kind of all right with being a person who can still have the whole breaking of the heart thing, it would be fine with me if it never happened again.
I will be gone for three days this week, which will only make things worse, big-picture-wise, but it is too late to do anything about that. I am going to think of it as the calm before the storm and enjoy as much of it as I can. I need the time away to make some plans, figure out what to do, stay sane. You know, like that.
It is interesting, though, that I am sort of, kind of back to feeling good. The bad stuff is really only beginning, but I was, am, able to bounce back even though this sadness will be with me for a while I am guessing. At some point, I am just going to have to accept that maybe what the heart wants is not what is best. I am resisting that. I have to, if only to know for certain that I did everything possible to make this work. It is all so sad.
But, I am strong, and strong in a way that I have not been for a long time. Maybe I never had this kind of strength before. It feels new, so perhaps that is true. Anyway, nothing here is going to destroy me, not the stuff that happens, not the made-up stories, not the misunderstanding from others, none of it. I have this crazy feeling that I do not have any responsibility to defend myself against any of the stories and the consequences of stories being told. I know, Diary, that I am being obtuse, but I am doing that a lot lately. Even writing this to myself in this manner seems like a defense, but I am hoping that it is not. If I cannot be seen for who I am, then, well, so be it. Hell, I do that for other people, they can do it for me, dammit!
Anyway, I am still not hungry, but might have some ice cream and go to bed early. I have some serious divesting to do tomorrow.
And, bloody hell, I still feel good. Man.
As for GP, the hearts are feeling as though they are part of the sadness, so I am off to make something more cheerful. Be right back.
Alrighty, here goes.