Too Far Into it....
How deep is YOUR love?
Hello from NYC where I..."reside" or am attempting to "reside" which really means...where I am currently working and yet homeless all at the same time. Ladies and Gents here's to a new change for this blogger as she sets forth into the future to claim her stance upon the world.
Today, on this very morning sitting in my office assistant chair...having nothing to do but to cut the backs of hearts, dreaming about how I want my life to be, knowing that its so close...but yet very far out of my reach....i'm reminded that I have a ...love life? A boyfriend...almost a year of fighting and trouble....embarassment...sex...love...hate...suspicion...love..hugs..kisses..misses...break ups...unhappiness...unsureness(word?).....As july is here...I think of the one more month left we have to make it a year...and i wonder if i'll make it. I wonder if its worth it. I wonder if this is right for me. Still, after a year, i'm unsure. Normally I would say quit it...but..How deep is my love? So blinded from the fact that I could really be unhappy. But still...i push forward..hoping and wishing that love prevails. Of course I know, i need to do a lot more action than hoping and wishing.....Ha..a lot of action..thats funny..maybe i already do enough of that....
So here it comes to....the story of the day. This is what all my babbling has resulted in...the story of the weekend. Lets put it in as short simple terms as possible.
Go to his show...late. He is upset...understood. I am a little tipsy...needed it. I ask him to dance...innocent. He denies me.....fucker. I walk away...only to find him staring at some white skinny girl....he continues to stare...as if his eyes is glued on her ever so gorgeous breasts and long legs. And then..all hell breaks loose...I approach him...curse up a storm..nudge him in the head. And then walk away......almost. I promise you..it was the liquor that gave me the permission....to walk back to the girl and push her.
So now that everyone has calmed down, yelled at each other, pretended to make up....and after I have repeated this storyto my friends over and over again...i'm still sitting here...at my job...embarassed cause his friends think that im mentally crazy...and..hurt...cause as much as he denies it...I saw him staring.
Now if we analyze this from a perspective of many relationships..there are other way worse positions that couples could find themselves in. I, however, already know...the potential future for a young couple...and this may be the main reason why I am uptight about see my boyfriend stare at other girls...cause after the staring stage begins....then I know what the next level is....straight up cheating.
The other part that is difficult is facing my own esteem and how I view myself. Quite possibly it could be that I need to get stronger...I need to find my place as a beautiful woman in this world...I need more security.....from myself.
I haven't quite yet figured out how I am going to handle this situation. I could possibly just try to forget it. But...i'd rather not. In situations like these, I find that taking something out of it..is the best way to make the situation become better than it seems. Right now, its seeming like this shoulder needs a little her time. Where she is not comforting her boyfriend..not trying to make all her friends happy...but trying to live..trying to get on her feet...trying to work it all out for herself. And as I make this plan for myself...and strive to let it form within this month...I am still faced with the insecurities that my boyfriend will hurt me.....I don't know how to get it out of my mind. I'm so scared of getting hurt..and I'm more scared of losing him.
But you know what they say....when you are that scared...it means its time to face your fears.
So this last month, the last month before one year....I challenge myself to step away from the boyfriend...give him .....no give me....my time...and if I lose him....it will hurt. But I will be finally growing up..and facing the biggest fear that I have today...so be it. Let it begin.