So, I'm sitting here drinking one last glass of chocolate milk before I banish both milk and chocolate from my life for the foreseeable future. I know the chocolate makes me jittery, but I plan to balance that with a couple shots of tequila before I leave the house tonight.
Tonight, tonight, I'm going dancing alone. I want to be okay with being alone again. After being so terminally attached to another human being for the last year and half it's really hard to sleep in an empty bed, come home to an empty house, make food for one. I don't like it. But it was his decision, not mine. So I want to just be okay with being alone again. Relating to other people as an individual, not a couple. Making friends with strangers on the fly. Yeah. I like that.
Chocomilk is gone. Aw. It was good.
And so I slowly wend my way toward veganism.
Tonight, tonight, I'm going dancing alone. I want to be okay with being alone again. After being so terminally attached to another human being for the last year and half it's really hard to sleep in an empty bed, come home to an empty house, make food for one. I don't like it. But it was his decision, not mine. So I want to just be okay with being alone again. Relating to other people as an individual, not a couple. Making friends with strangers on the fly. Yeah. I like that.
Chocomilk is gone. Aw. It was good.
And so I slowly wend my way toward veganism.
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The sex thing, it really, really, really does get better, I swear, but it takes time and a good partner. I was pretty lucky after the first bout of incredibly lame sex to meet someone who was very patient and very willing to slowly show me the ropes. Then I enjoyed the hell out of it!