Makin' Stuff Happen!!!

Since last time:

-Still organizing everything to move. I have about a million and one things to do but have made incredible progress nonetheless. Things are going quite smoothly.

-Broke up with verbally abusive, negligent yet jealous sociopath who I was dating for a year and a half. He was a waste of my damn time and he somehow managed to make me believe that the greatest thing I could and would ever accomplish in my life was being his girlfriend and eventually his stay-at-home wife. Simply put, he is the epitome of a BAD person. I’ve dated a few assholes in my day but this guy takes the fucking bakery. I am convinced he must be an immediate descendant of the guy Ryan Gosling played in All Good Things, David Marks. Thank God I got out before the murder scene. I went from a confident, happy, out going and independent person to a girl that was afraid to do anything at all in the vicinity of the male species in fear that it would find its way through the grape vine to Asshole Supremo. At which point, I would receive a three-day-long earful about being a “fucking disrespectful slut” all because I smiled and said thanks to a waiter or bartender, or hung out with my younger brother and his friends or my sister and her coworkers/friends. Basically, any contact, of any kind, with someone of the male persuasion was an immediate threat to the (almost non-existent) calm of our relationship. Completely gay men were not exempt from being a threat either! Not even women! This was especially true for romantically attached women. Apparently, they all wanted to have a threesome with me. Moral of the story - Mothers, HUG AND KISS YOUR BRATTY LITTLE CHILDREN!!!!!! Fathers, GIVE MORE THAN JUST YOUR MONEY TO YOUR CHILDREN, GIVE THEM YOUR TIME, ATTENTION AND LOVE!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t be surprised if this guy turned out to be a serial killer…look out world, despite him being a complete and utter asshole he’s one clever mother fucker! *Rant ends here*

Findings:

-It’s a shitload of work to move out of country, not to mention moving approx. 8,104 miles away.

-Dog moving with me = A bitch of a task but a doable task all the same.

-I am scared - Not too scared to go but scared enough that I have mini panic attacks scattered throughout my day. Esp. afraid of how my boy will cope with such a long journey. He doesn’t like to be without me…the feeling is mutual. I will be a nervous wreck for about 11-12 days. 1-2 day travel and 10-day quarantine.

-I’m excited - This is the first time I will be moving away from my island all on my own. Not following a man this time or ever again, bobo! Been there, done that, wrote a damn book about it. Almost did it with Napoleon (above mentioned fuckhead). I dodged a massive bullet there.

-I discovered/rediscovered things about myself - I am much stronger, smarter, more beautiful, more worthy, compassionate, and loving than I once thought. In a nutshell I’m the cat’s meow and I don’t need a man to make that a resounding fact.

-I used to think I knew who I was - I have quickly learned that I will continue to discover new things about myself until the day I die and perhaps beyond. I know the basis of who I am but the experiences are ever growing, and I prefer it that way.

This entire experience has been and will continue to be a growth process. I welcome all challenges and I give gratitude for all easy-comings.

Until next time, kiddies…I PLAY FOR KEEPS!