Things we look for in the dark...Ange's tales of discovery

 
    
10
Dec 2008
6:32 PM PDT
   

I am not shocked or amazed anymore when he lies, which is each and everyday. He really, at 55 years old, cannot stop it. He asked me to go into his coat pocket to see if his white card was in there because he uses it to get into the games. (Coaches card.) While looking in there I came across a card from Skates on the Bay. I am on the phone with him when I mentioned the card. He tells me that is from a month ago. I tell that he has never taken me there. He again tells me that he did this weeks ago. Now of course he's getting irritated which tells me even more. He continuously asking me if I found the card. I ask him again when he went to Skates and he still brushing me off. I look at the reciept and notice that the date is December 6, 2008. Wait...that was this past Saturday! I look at the time and when the order was given it was 10:27! What the fuck? I tell him this and now he's telling me that he and Duke went to Skates. Whoa! He just told me Sunday how Duke was crazy for staying up there in Reno overnight. Now he's telling me that Duke and he went to Skates. So I am suppose to believe that he and Duke drove all the way down from up above Reno, past Vallejo and drove over the bridge to Berkeley. Then of course he wants to take the route of how when we're getting along I mess things up. It is really a good thing this conversation was on the phone because he knows I would have punched him in the face and probably grabbed a handful of those ugly, nasty looking dreads and yanked the shit out of him. That's okay I just charged me up a new duffel bag with my name on it. I think I will purchse more stuff later on. What an ass and a liar! Tried to tell me that Duke was no longer with his wife and that it was Duke who was creeping. Don't think when I see Duke I am going to ask him.
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06
Dec 2008
12:15 PM PDT
   

Weirdest Romantic Passionate Dream...I had!

I dreamt that I was walking with the two doctors from the show "Nip/Tuck" but I was in a realationship with the dark-haired one.� I can't remember what happened but as we were at this affair, something occured that made the both of us mad at the other.

As we were leaving the function, I kept looking over at him, knowing that any one wrong word would have us really ugly at each other.� I knew that it would only take one word.� He knew the same.� So we both kept our conversation real low keyed.� Very careful with our words.� The tension between the two of us was so tight.� However the entire time we were walking out of the building we were holding hands.� And all the while I was looking in his direction, even though I was mad as all get up, I felt all of this love and admiration for him.

When we got outside we walked the other doctor towards his car.� I turned to go back, I think it was the building or the car, when he stopped and looked at me.� We both looked at each other.� Again, carefully with our words we sort of apologized to each other.� Then we kissed.� Not a nasty kiss, nor a sexy kiss.� A passionate kiss, filled with love.� And as we kissed it made us feel closer to each other.� We stopped kissing for a while, looked at each other and started kissing again.� While kissing I noticed that he had some dirt like substance on his back that I brushed off.� Then I hugged him, feeling all of this love for him.� We kissed again.� I told him how much I loved him and admired him.

I woked up wondering why in the world I had that dream.� I then realized that it was not because I had a crush on him, but it was because I was, no am missing something, no missing the romance in my life.� That dream pretty much stayed with me all day.

I will be 50 in February and I have been looking for that romantic type love for the past 40 plus years.� Guess it may be too late now.� Or maybe I need to find something else to fill that void instead of eating and cat--napping.

Hopefully with this reconstructive surgery on my knee in January, I will be better able to walk again, return to school and work, and get out and do something nice for myself.� It has been 6 plus years that I have been off work because of this knee injury and everything has changed.� I don't really want to be stuck complaining because there are others who are worse off than me so I guess shut up is in order and finding something for me positive to do.

This past Thursday I had to go see a vocational rehabilitation counselor and was that a trip!.� Let's see for me to have a knee that doesn't flex or extend, I had to walk up 10 steps, then 5 steps, then 8 steps, then 4 more steps.� And after all that I got to walk back down those steps.� Why would a voc-rehab counselour have an office up on the second floor since she knows she's dealing with a client who may have a lower extremity injury?� Damn!

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17
Aug 2008
3:09 PM PDT
   

I have no idea if I got chewed a new butt or not with the e-mail I recieved today. It was from a woman who used to "date" the same guy I did and at the same time. I called her 'bout it later and she told me that she had gotten into an arguement with her 20 somethng daughter and then written the e-mail.. I guess in a way that is what I get for "venting" to her. I have got to "yank" this dude out of my system. For some reason I thought she would be the only one that could actually relate to the emotional rollar coaster I have been on and want to get off of. It is getting on my nerves now to talk about the pathological liar. There are days I wonder what I was thinking when I hooked up with him. However it is not as if I was nuzzling up to a serial killer. Dude gave the impression that he had his act together.
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14
Aug 2008
3:30 PM PDT
   

First time online journaling...

Thought that I would try the online journal route.� I think I have talked individuals to death about what I am going thru (or for a lack of better words have put myself thru).� I at times, most times, feel like I cannot heal myself.� The deep internal sadness that grabs me up and squeezes tight each and everyday.� Somedays are better than others, but when the bad days come it is something else. I keep starting journals and never finish.� I also do not like going back and reading what I've wrttten.� I end up hating that person that I portray in the journals.� But maybe eventually writting in this or whatever journal I stick with, will prove to be theraputic.� Perhaps I can make a book out of it.� I have taking a couple of creative writing classes� so who knows.� So I will attempt to take the positive route and keep up with this and work through whatever is bothering me, and right now that's alot!� Hopefully I will also receive some feedback/comments to also assist with the process of moving forward.

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