Having to go home
After we met the other night to go over the "details" of the big "D" - (which still stuns me BTW - not the meeting but that I am actually getting one!) - I had to fly out early Friday for business in the Bay Area. I am just now heading back "home". I was feeling pretty good on the 1st 1/2 of the flight down and then who knows what it was that struck me - but when I landed in Oakland the tears just started falling. I am becoming so used to that - walking through public places with tears streaming down my face. There is no special association with the Oakland airport that did this - I think sometimes it just HITS me over the head that I am alone. So --- I had an amazing time with my clients and gained a new one and felt GREAT! Saw one of my best friends, checked in on old clients and just felt wonderful and "strong". THEN last night as I was getting ready for bed it started. The queasy feeling in my gut, the anxiety, the dread. I HAD to go back. YUCK. Yes, I want to see my son and my mom etc. BUT I also know I have to go back to the same damn town where HE lives and where SHE lives. As soon as I woke up this a.m. - it really hit me full force. The tears started and now as I sit here in the Oakland airport it is all I can do to NOT let the tears fall all over my computer. I feel sick to my stomach at the mere thought of it. I worry that the obsession will begin again and I will want to drive by his house to see if he is home, if she is there, if he is at work --- if he still exists in this world. WHEN will I ever stop caring if he is home? He isn't home with me - so what the hell difference does it make if he is at his freaking apt or not? And yet, I just know that as soon as I get my car from the parking lot - I will drive by his place. WHY? I tell myself not to and then - there I am! I keep thinking that I should just move out of the state. I can live anywhere and maybe some distance and change of scenery would be really good. It was so restful while I was away. I didn't have to think about what he was doing and who with. What really makes it hard is that he actually texted me last night and said "I want always to be best of friends. And I think we can." WHAT THE HELL? Don't love you , don't want you, don't want to be with you - but would you mind still being my best friend. I guess his "friend with benefits" as he calls her - just isn't quite as great as he thought. Oh my ---- I need to catch my plane and try to figure out my life. It will be nice to read everything I missed the past few days.
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4/14/2008 10:44 AM
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