bloodsong1: (Simple Abundance)
has planted carrots!

has lost all the broccoli to the bunny and groundhog.

extended the bottle border by six bottles. I'm not going any further until the porch is fixed.

rearranged the pea plants so they are climbing the laughable trellis. Next year, a proper trellis for the peas.

still has peas and beans in the smaller bed, a few cucumbers in the bigger bed and might, MIGHT be able to keep the rest of the beans.

In other news, I have realized I am still attracted to ex SLB on a physical level. This does not change my mind and his comments about Mama A, while true, are not appreciated. The booty call I refused last week had him concerned I was offended or angry. I was neither, but I'm still disappointed and annoyed he refuses to acknowledge he is an adult. I wanted to keep him, but his temper, his childishness and his arguing over simple, stupid things was too much for me to deal with when I already had a teenager. I seem to be protecting myself with this. If I ignore the physical attraction, I can keep him at arm's length. I want him to go away on his own, but in order for that to work, I have to be unfriendly and refuse him access to the house and the children. They still love him. ARGH!
bloodsong1: (Jareth)
Izzy-kitty is going to Ex SLB so he will not have to come home to an empty apartment. Also because he feels responsible for her because it was his best friend's cat first.

I have informed him of my opinion, she would be happier here, but as I am Kind and Generous, I will make the transfer and even give him a ride home. I will have no truck with passes and he's not getting anything more then a friendly hug. He will also be getting all of his clothes out of the Ritual Room closet and then I am DONE.

I am exhausted dealing with his forced cheerfulness and bleeding melancholy.

Cuteness wants a goldfish. IDK (Indestructo-kiddo) wants another cat. I informed them both we will make a family decision AFTER our vacation.
bloodsong1: (Lilly/Guyth)
Work week done. Next week I finish the training I didn't get to finish due to Cuteness in hospital. I also start helping at a local walk in, whoot!

Dinner ordered. I do love ordering Friday night dinners. We get three-four meals out of them! Totally comparable to buying ingredients and no work for me!

Tonight will be crocheting, watching...something and possibly more grinding on Homestead, then sleeping in as long as I want to.

Saturday will be errands and crocheting.

Sunday will be laundry and crocheting.

I feel good. I watered my Secret Garden last night while in the shower. I was very gentle and only used a little Water. There was still a painful surge. I can now admit I DO miss SLB. I miss him, but I don't want him back. Next time around, if there is a next time around and hopefully it will be after the kiddos are grown, I'll be looking for someone in my actual age bracket who behaves like someone in that actual age bracket. I am done, done, done with boys, even those pretending to be men. I want a MAN. Preferably a strong, silent type that I can lean on when I need to and respect my need to be alone.

SLB has admitted he's getting angry with me. This is good. He needs to go through the stages. I take responsibility for causing him pain. I do NOT take responsibility for how he copes with said pain. If he jumps off a bridge, it's not my fault.
bloodsong1: (Wolf)
*checks clock*

Four years in less then ten hours.

Four years a widow.

Two years a girlfriend, also ending tomorrow.

I am nothing if not poetic.

I am also looking forward to being alone. Less driving, less electrics on during the day, less food. I can go back to the Asian themed cooking I prefer. I will have the television all to myself by 9 pm. I will be able to sleep in the middle of the bed if I want.

I will miss him. I will miss his kisses, his touch, his cheerfulness and his skill with the kiddo-torpedos. I will NOT miss his temper, his semantic tendencies and his yelling.

Yes. This is how it needs to be.
bloodsong1: (Jareth)
I really have no idea what I'm doing. I've had a total of two breakups in my life and both times the men in question were furious with me. I also lost an entire social circle.

SLB is, for the most part, behaving normally. I am doing the same. There's a lot less touching. I took his hand earlier today, gave it a squeeze. He asked me why. I told him I still loved him, which is true. He asked me if I'd take him back, even if he was living out in the woods crazy. I said not if he was crazy. He clarified and then Life happened, so I didn't get to tell him it would be unlikely.

The Tarot reading I had last month is bearing fruit. I actually feel a little more stable. I'm not worrying about "what might happen?" because it happened and it's for the best. For me. Like it or not, I haven't taken enough time for me. I haven't done enough solo work in my Secret Garden. I need to relay my own foundation, without another foreman adding his own mix to the concrete.

I'll be all right. I hope SLB can do the same.
bloodsong1: (Jareth)
As of October First, I am once again on my own.

IDK took it hard.

Cuteness doesn't get it.

I feel noticeably lighter, freer, & oddly excited.

Now to grow my wings.

EDIT: Don't get me wrong, I'm still Sad and Depressed and Want to Cry. The next few weeks will be awkward. But, I have to admit, I'm looking forward to one less Ego in the house.
bloodsong1: (Interesting)
SLB's grandfather has been returned to the earth from which he was made, per Roman Catholic tradition. As he was a Navy man who served during Korea, he got the 9 gun salute (three guns fired three times) and the flag folding and presentation to his widow. The Mass was not as long as I was expecting, thanks to clever communion handling. I'd say half to two thirds of the people who were at the viewing last night made it to the funeral and half of those came back for lunch. SLB was a pall bearer. The professional funeral guys do not let untrained pall bearers do much. Nobody wants a body dropped.

Lunch was nice and I made it a point to go around and hug all the volunteers who cooked, served & cleaned up the communal lunch. It was good, although the roasted potatoes were a little dry. I doubt SLB's grandmother will look to a 36 year old widow for advice and understanding, but I reminded her I've walked this road and I don't mind coming back to help. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a little too overeager to share and support new widows. Seven years have nothing on nearly 53.

After everything was done, SLB and I took a walk in Rec Park and then came home. I'm too tired to garden, so I'm going to spend the evening crocheting and watching television and at some point I'll work on Ah Moneypenny, or at least research the Indian spa options and put together a fabulous spa day.

It's a little weird that it's only Friday, but at least I know I can sleep in tomorrow!
bloodsong1: (Honestly!)
I tried to be nice and friendly and get to know you. I tried to see your side of things. Sadly, after tonight, I have come to the conclusion you're not worth the effort. You're rude, you're impatient and you constantly pick on him. I have watched a dozen conversations degrade into shouting matches and it's not him who starts it.

It's so disappointing to watch people who claim to be Good Catholics treat their own family with such contempt. If you really took the Bible seriously, you'd be subservient to him because he's the eldest male of the immediate house. But you don't, because very few Christians take ALL of the Bible seriously, they pick and choose as it suits them and apparently you do too.

Why is it that the Witch in the room is the only one showing him love and respect in this time of sadness and pain? Why is the Pagan following the tenants of Christian behavior and you're not? If I didn't know better, I'd say you both are reverse misogynists, you hate men. But I don't see you do this to other males of the family, so I guess you just hate him. Even *I* don't treat MY brother that way!

If I was a Wicked Witch, I'd have a lot to say to you and the willingness to back it up. But I'm not Wicked. So I'll do as I've had to do with others. I will Ignore You. Call me a bitch if you want. I don't see Love from you. I don't hear Love from you. I hear pettiness and contempt. I see superiority complexes in action. So be it.

At least the aunts know how to behave. Such a pity SLB's mom and sisters can't be bothered to emulate good manners.

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