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“Come back to Jamaica…. our home is your home…”
I know I’m totally dating myself, but does anyone else remember that little jingle from back in the 80’s? Let me just say that Montego Bay was everything I had hoped it could be and then some.
I’ve been back in town now for almost a week and have been trying to catch up on life which really is a buzz kill after partying, drinking and relaxing as if I didn’t have a care in the world.
Another song comes to mind – “Back to life, back to reality, back to the hear and now….”
How about some updates, right?
Let me just say this – for a minute there, I was fearful that My Dating Hangovers would go away sooner than I wanted. I’d (past tense) settled down with (what I thought was – another past tense) a wonderful man and was only worried about surviving the little “hiccups” relationships experience and plan my future with Rescue.
I was total drama queen before I left for vacation and with good reason – Rescue had shown to me that he, unequivocally was a MAN, one who was unable to handle certain life events and balance with OTHER life events. He had shown me that his biggest weakness as a person, a boyfriend, and with the second marriage, a husband – an inability to communicate. Hurt, anger, disappointment, frustration – one of many descriptors for my feelings in the days before leaving but that ONE night, the night before I left was interesting.
In a brief 10 minute, front door exchange of more hugs and feelings through non-verbal communication, I realized how MUCH I was in love with Rescue. By no means does love conquer all and erase the stupid manner in which he was carrying on, but it meant a lot to me to see him. It meant something to hear him tell me “we’re not over” and “I’m not letting you go a second time”, all before I embarked on a journey to the land where Stella was known to have gotten her groove back.
Not familiar with that phrase? Take a listen look (if you’re reading this from a reader, you’ll need to enable images and links): “How Stella Got Her Groove Back”
The entire time while I was in Jamaica, on a trip meant for relaxation and thoughts of leaving behind stupid men (those with husband’s were feeling the same), I was thinking of him. I would text him, sometimes twice a day little updates or simple messages of how I missed him and couldn’t wait until I returned home.
And then I returned home….
I have a tune-up, complete with spark plugs, fluid drain and adjustment of my gears. Rescue did well by showing up, as a good man who missed his woman should and picked up the habit of consistency with communication for several days afterwards.
It has now been a week since we’ve seen each other, although he stays (or so he says he still stays) only 10 minutes away.
I guess it is time to get the termination papers back out.