On any other morning.

Kaotic Newtral: It will get better. Though I knew it would two years ago, I couldn’t imagine how or when. Two years later, it’s just the odd set back for me. Most of the time I’m not nearly the maudlin bastard I appear in the OP. Feel free to write me an email if you want to whine in private or just need a good solid kick in the ass from somebody who’s been there and done that. Aside of that, take all the time you need to be better. Only remember to try to be a little bit better every day. My $0.02. Keep the change. :slight_smile:

Canadiangirl: Always nice to hear from you. A fellow Canuck no less. :slight_smile:
Yeah, my current squeez is very appreciative. Unfortunately things are cooling off. It’s not meant to be. Perhaps I rushed into things because of a desire to not be alone. She’s wonderful to me but ultimately we’re not meant for one another in the long term. We’ve both been honest about it and know where things are headed in the not too distant future.

Anastasaeon: Definitely one of my favourite posters. Always a treat to find you in my thread. :slight_smile: “Head full of sand” describes it perfectly. Boy does it ever. We (along with some others) should toast our intestinal fortitude. I make a mean virtual lemon vodka martini. :smiley:

A song I find sort of “kick ass” in a very discreet way is Keith Urban’s “You’ll think of me”. It makes you wonder, when you’ve done your best to make things work then stepped back and admitted defeat just 'cause you don’t understand the rules any more, if the other ever thinks of you and wonders, if they had of treated you better and not be a stupid, whether you would had ever made it and what a great person you were even though they were a complete ass! Make sense?

Aw, shucks. :o Admit it, though, you’re just hoping for a propamalism - or maybe just a randomly placed “penis” nestled comfortably into my otherwise normal posts. Right? :stuck_out_tongue:

I’m always willing to toast intestinal fortitude, though. Hand me one of those lemon vodka martinis and we’ll see if I can channel the late, great Reverend Spooner, or my old buddy Freud. Then we’ll have a party.

It’s not country music is it? :dubious: Because I’m irrationally intollerant of country music. :stuck_out_tongue:

I find tongue in cheek proto punk stuff like Pulp’s, Like a friend:

They have more like it. :smiley:

Nice. Punk’s got that extra energy to make non-hateful types angry enough to heal.

I just have to comment that this is an eerie moment for me. I was listening to Pulp’s “Like a Friend” with my headphones on just now. But I freaked out and threw my headphones when I read this. You know, because… because. Just because. :eek:

Well, now I’ve got the oogies as well. :eek:

Quick… tell me what I’m thinking right now!.. Nah… on the second thought… you better not.

Um, yes, it is…I like all kinds of music.

Since you’ve an appreciation for it… Pulp’s, “Ciao!”

It was not my intention to offend. I’m sorry if my comment was insensitive. :smack:

Now you make me dig out Lush’s “Lovelife”. Haven’t heard Ciao! for years.

Dig out “For Love”. :slight_smile:

Can do, I’ve got “Spooky” in that pile somewhere… and Split, and Topolino, and Gala…

Cripes, digging up some old, fond teenage memories today. At least this thread has a happier note to it, now :wink:

Didn’t realise I shared so much in common with you, either! Hell, today I’ve learned we’re both Canadian, hate country music, and it’s rare enough I find someone who likes Pulp, let alone Lush :smiley:

Must be something in the water.

Yes…is it the lemon or the vodka?

You gonna talk or you gonna drink? :slight_smile:

Randomly placed nestling penises. Hmm. Interesting imagery.

I like that Keith Urban song, and I’m not big on country music at all. Very mellow; not twangy at all.

Quicksilver, your post makes me wonder where I would have been now if I hadn’t found out.

A couple months ago. No, more now, almost a year ago. Fiance gets up at 5:30 to pack for his usual morning swim at the rec centre. I can’t sleep, figure it’ll be cute if I show up at the pool to see him and race him. I get ready, pack my bag, and drive there. But he’s not there… how odd. I swim some laps, spend about an hour there, and leave. I can feel that knot in the pit of my stomach. He’s not home when I get back, maybe left for work? I don’t know. I take a long shower. I think about doing some serious snooping. I don’t, because this is the man I’m going to marry! I trust him!

Later that night, when he gets home, I ask him how his day went, how the pool was that morning. “Oh, fantastic, I’m really feeling it, did about 3000 metres. Hey that lifeguard you went to school with was there…” blah blah blah. Oh. My. God. I say nothing.

I confronted him on it the next week, when I’d finally got the courage up. He denies everything, and I feel horrible for it. Maybe I just didn’t see him at the pool? Or something?

When a good friend spots them out having breakfast together about a month later, and confronts him on the spot, everything falls apart. I don’t want to leave, though. I want to forgive him and for “her” to go away forever and for things to be fine. But he decides it’s over. He left me for her. I never saw her, still haven’t. I wonder if she’s like the prettier me, the smarter me, the more fun me. The type who could use the word “funner” in that sentence and not be uptight about it.

I think the worst part is that I would have stayed. I would have married him anyway. Maybe we would have had children. No doubt he would have cheated again. But I still don’t care. I still wish he wouldn’t have left me.

Why?

I had the Rolling Stone’s Moonlight Mile and The Be Good Tanya’s In Spite of all the Damage on repeat for 6 solid weeks. Weird, now that I think about it; the former’s about missing someone while away, the latter about someone who messed up their relationship. I did feel I messed up the relationship, but I always knew, somewhere in my heart, it was him and not me and I could have done a lot of things differently but it wouldn’t have changed the outcome. Oh, trust me, I tried belting out You Oughtta Know along with Alanis, but it just wasn’t in me. :wink:

You know, if she’s "wonderful’, “appreciative”, and “honest”, maybe you ought to put some effort into making it last a bit longer. You don’t run across girls like that every day.

Hmm, my first sentence sounded snarky. Didn’t mean to be snarky.

“Last a bit longer.” There in lies the rub. It’s the difference between, “Is it good” and “Is it good enough”.

Nobody should have to settle for “good enough”. I’ve already tried that for far too long and look how that’s turned out.

:slight_smile:

In a much worse place I suspect.

Feels like you’re going insane, dun’it?

It’s okay to wish/want that. But it’s better to know that it’s better this way. As to “why?”… we’re only human.

“Cup of Coffee” by Garbage and “Inside/Outside” by Sting, for months in my car.