
I cannot begin to express how utterly nauseating (in a Sartrean sense) and miserable tonight was. She gave back
the ring and I lost my composure. Grown man crying time. Never a pretty sight. I fucked this up. Why? Because I am a mess. I am Rip Van Winkle before his nap. I'm Woody Allen. I am completely oblivious as to what I really want out of life and I drag people along from the ride as I make one fuck up after another. I am, in fact,
so pathetic that I suck up for sympathy in my blog.
I really need to get my head screwed on straight.
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Date: 2002-08-28 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 01:05 am (UTC)no subject
You've got my cell number. If you can't find anyone to talk to, I'm around and I'm always willing to listen/hang out, any time, any place. I'm working in North Van until 6 tomorrow although officially I end work in Gastown at 6:30 after dropping off the deposit. I'm avalible for lunch on Thursday/Friday as well since I don't have to go to work on those days until 1:00 pm.
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well you can rant and rave and bitch and cry and yell and talk about anything you want with me on thursday. You have unlimited, totally-about-you, guilt-free-ranting cheaztime that night.
Change of plans!!
Date: 2002-08-28 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 07:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 08:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 11:24 am (UTC)Yeah, she's not blameless, but it does me no good to reflect on what went wrong on the other side beyond learning to see it coming sooner. But my shortcomings are something I can address directly.
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Date: 2002-08-28 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
What you need...
Date: 2002-08-28 09:20 am (UTC)For some of us guys it is pretty hard to relax and accept sympathy during a period of crisis. It somehow makes it feel worse. It's the old "suffer not your tribe to tend your wounds" mentality that comes along with a set of family jewels. My suggestion is simply to find some private time, alone and with all the luxuries that you can afford. It will give you time to think and breath. When you are ready to be social again, let me take you out for a drink or two so you can vent...
I am not going to even try to tell you to buck up. It is probably too painful right now. Instead, I just hope that you do try to treat yourself to some R&R over the next few days. Take a day or two from work to relax and do your own thing. If ya need to beat yourself up a bit to feel better, go ahead. Just make sure that you leave enough of yourself left to pour beer into.
Seriously though, do try the bath / wine / chocolate thing. I think it can cure damn near anything.
Re: What you need...
Date: 2002-08-28 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-28 04:56 pm (UTC)i don't know ivana's story, but i have heard yours, and i know you well enough to know that you did so much for her, and her kids, and it hurts all of us to see her be so unappreciative of your giving and caring nature. one day, when she gets tired of being alone, i am sure that she will look back on the time you spent with her, and think to herself, "wow i must be a fucking idiot." there are not a lot of guys out there that would take care of another man's kids, and support them and the family structure the way that you did. i think you should be a little proud of yourself for being the good guy, and stop being so hard on yourself.
aaaawwwwww
Date: 2002-08-29 10:56 pm (UTC)