What a difference a day makes!
Yesterday, I was insanely running around town, crying in the car, trying to Get Everything Together so that Rob and I could get our marriage license (no we don’t have it yet! don’t judge me!). Between rude (to say the least) public servants and running out of paper for the printer, by the time 4:00 rolled around I was about ready to just run off and die in a corner somewhere.
However.
OVERHEARD
… yesterday, in the car, during a conversation between my mother, sister, and I.
“If I had to choose, I would definitely want to smell horse crap. Horse crap is the best smelling of all the possible craps”.
I will not incriminate anyone by telling you who said that. You will just have to guess. AND STOP GUESSING THAT IT WAS ME! It might have been, but I will never tell!
Meanwhile today the only thing I have been worrying about is why there are so many bugs getting into our house. I have trapped and released four moths, one butterfly, a bee (A BEE!!!) and a Giant Flying Ant (actually that one I squished because it scared me) in the past six hours. Maybe the moths were all the same one, I don’t know. It’s 11:30 at night! Shouldn’t the bees be sleeping?
My ex got to the Island yesterday. If you don’t know, he was my longest (okay, only) relationship before Rob. It was five years ago; we dated long-distance (I was here, he was in Halifax) for a year. Long story short, I was in love with him (*was* being the operative word here), and made every effort in the relationship. I can’t speak for him, and after five years I know now that it wasn’t healthy, but I felt like I wasn’t good enough for him– not that he ever SAID that, but this was a case of actions– or non-actions– speaking louder than words. For example: he never (not once! In a year!) came here to visit (he’d make plans, then at the last minute something would come up like he’d have to work or his car would break down or whatever) I was the one who phoned him (I once gave up on phoning, to see how long it would take him to call me back… after the 9th day, I broke down), I was the one who travelled to see him twice a month (even though at the time I was only working half-time, thus earning half-salary). He dumped me one week before our 1-year anniversary. I was devastated. Two weeks later I had a miscarriage, when I hadn’t even known I was pregnant (overshare? yeah maybe) and refused to contact him to tell him (didn’t tell ANYONE, actually– I didn’t want to tell anyone if he didn’t know, but I couldn’t tell him because I thought he didn’t want to speak to me). Then I got a job in Halifax on a total fluke and it was awful! Living in the same city! And he is my friend’s husband’s best friend since birth so we would eventually run into each other! But after awhile it got to the point where we could actually speak to each other (after I got really really angry at him and told him off), and see each other without me feeling like I was going to die afterwards. And we would get together now and then. Not often, but a movie here and there, or a party at our friends’ house. Whatever. Still though, he had never given me a reason for WHY he dumped me. He finally told me, right before Rob and I moved back here from Halifax, that it was because he didn’t want to bog me down with him and his weird living situation (he, his mother and brother bought a house together six years ago so that they could fix it up and sell it… and they’re all still living there together. He lives with his mom. He’s 38.) which to me is total bull. But if that’s the excuse he could come up with after however many years, that’s what I’ll accept, because I don’t really care anymore. He’s still a nice guy, and we’re still friends, and honestly? As much as it hurt at the time, I’m actually lucky he dumped me because if he hadn’t I never would have met Rob. And Rob? Best thing that’s ever happened to me. Not that Rob’s a thing. Oh you know what I mean!
So anyway, G. is on the Island. He could never come visit me, but he is here for his friend’s wife’s brother’s wedding reception. Make sense? Yeah, I’m sure it does. Okay, maybe a TINGE of bitterness there. But, like I said, we’re friends, and it’s been over a year since I’ve seen him (an email here and there, that’s it) so I would like to see him if he’s on the Island anyway. He called yesterday and wanted to know if we could hang out. This was in the midst of me freaking out about the stuff and crying in the car and my mom saying a bad word (not at me!) and I was just like “No no not today I’m doing things this sucks”. He’s here til Sunday, he told me he’d be free today so to give him a call.
So I called. And called. And called. No answer. Well screw that. I took a nap and washed dishes and watered my garden (all my signs blew away! I’m not really sure what anything is anymore) and re-read a book that I love. The phone rang tonight at 11 pm (!) ; turns out he’d left his phone in the trunk of his car all day– oops!– but that they were going here tomorrow, did I want to go too?
Now, today was my only free day this week. Tomorrow I am going to my mother’s to start making favors and my veil and the three thousand other things I have to do. Oh plus my nephews will be there and they are the handsomest boys so no way am I not taking a chance to see them! Plus that place? Not so great. I mean sure it’s good for people who have little kids, but I’m not going to pay $20 that is not in my budget right now for a petting zoo and waterslides that I won’t go down. No I’m not bitter! Anyway I told him as much. So he’s gonna call on Sunday morning when he’s on his way home and we’ll see if we can maybe have lunch or something.
Don’t do me any favours, dude.
Also tomorrow morning I am picking up a baby swing that I got from Freecycle.
I really love freecycle.