I didn't see it before....
I started writing a post last night about cleaning up my digital house. I found that I'd become a bit of a pack rat; I had messages kept in Facebook from two ex wives and two ex-girlfriends. I really don't need to keep these kinds of things anymore. The divorce is final. Wendi clearly moved on; so did Tami, and so did the squoze.
It was the last one that caused me to clean up my house. Being friends is fine but not when you're seeing someone else and all kinds of twitterpated about it. I really don't need to open up Facebook and read about her new fella, especially since it's only been three weeks since I got the break up text. The thing is though, I don't blame her. She was so much like the last one in so many ways that it shouldn't surprise me that she was looking that quickly. She wants to be Mrs. Someone. I want to meet someone that would like to be with me for me.
Maybe someday.
Last night was a really odd night. The Guard guys I work with these days wanted me to go a drinkin' with them. I can't. I hear their stories about their weekends and they used to be my stories. I took an opportunity to give them some words of caution and told them what happened to me; what I lost, from living that way. One responded "Damn, Dale."
No, but only by the grace of God. I did tell them I was blessed that I didn't get what I truly deserved but in telling that, I picked at the scar. A few hours later, a song came on someone's radio that drew a little blood from that picked scar, which I'll share with y'all in a minute. It didn't hurt....
Much.
My digital house is clean. There are still things I'll keep but they're tucked away in a digital shoebox. I have them. I just don't look at them. There's no point. But where they're at isn't hurting anything, either.
And life goes on and on and on. One last thing I realized last night before I went to sleep; the squoze's new fella is named "Bob".
It was funny to me.
Here's the song: Have a blessed Friday.
It was the last one that caused me to clean up my house. Being friends is fine but not when you're seeing someone else and all kinds of twitterpated about it. I really don't need to open up Facebook and read about her new fella, especially since it's only been three weeks since I got the break up text. The thing is though, I don't blame her. She was so much like the last one in so many ways that it shouldn't surprise me that she was looking that quickly. She wants to be Mrs. Someone. I want to meet someone that would like to be with me for me.
Maybe someday.
Last night was a really odd night. The Guard guys I work with these days wanted me to go a drinkin' with them. I can't. I hear their stories about their weekends and they used to be my stories. I took an opportunity to give them some words of caution and told them what happened to me; what I lost, from living that way. One responded "Damn, Dale."
No, but only by the grace of God. I did tell them I was blessed that I didn't get what I truly deserved but in telling that, I picked at the scar. A few hours later, a song came on someone's radio that drew a little blood from that picked scar, which I'll share with y'all in a minute. It didn't hurt....
Much.
My digital house is clean. There are still things I'll keep but they're tucked away in a digital shoebox. I have them. I just don't look at them. There's no point. But where they're at isn't hurting anything, either.
And life goes on and on and on. One last thing I realized last night before I went to sleep; the squoze's new fella is named "Bob".
It was funny to me.
Here's the song: Have a blessed Friday.
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