No you pervs, not what you’re thinking, but I wanted to actually try posting something succinct.
This has been quite an interesting week and yes – the Rescue saga has run its course. The whole situation puts you in mind of how you would feel if they announced the return of a movie. One that you wished would just go away. You know a Jaws movie. Part 7.
Yes, I’m just as tired of writing about him but you know I can’t help it. Love.
Fuc# love. Fuc# love with Rescue. Fuc# his excuses. Fuc# giving him time. Fuc# holding on. Fuc# second chances.
A siren went off in my head Tuesday night.
I realized that he had what I’ll call autistic partnition (yep, made that up) when it came to relationships. I joked (okay, it was more like fussing) to a friend, that he acted like the special little kid who keeps eating soap.
Doing the same nonsensical things over and over and over again.
Hell, maybe there’s something about 8 months that clicks off?
He was married May 2010 and by January 2011 had relocated back to California.
He and I became tried the relationship thing again in March and by October, it was a wrap.
Rescues relationship patterns speak for themselves. He IS Mr. Commitment, he is NOT afraid to ask “will you marry” me and he sure as hell isn’t shy when it comes to saying “I love you”.
I’ll miss the good times, but I’m looking forward to better times.
If only I could warn the next woman.
Wednesday night, a week after his “performance”, I put on my big girl panties and made that final phone call.
Just to make sure there was no confusion about the messages left, I even followed up with a text that said “if you listen to no other part of that message, listen to those last four words”.
Rescue was a few weeks too late with that talk and put not action behind his words.
Is it too soon for me to start talking about dating?
Bare with me – I may have a few other posts on him. It’s like a cold that kind of lingers for a while but soon enough, I’ll be back and to my old self again.
For now, it’s time I enjoy some much needed quiet time with a warm bubble bath and this moscatto.
Until there’s a cure for the hangovers…