About 8 months or so ago, I decided to call it quits with my husband. He has shown me he's not going to change even when he gets out of jail so I'm not going to put myself through the stress and emotional pain again. It was bad enough the first time. Since that time, I've pretty much resigned myself to spending the rest of my life alone. My work schedule keeps me from having any kind of real social life - it doesn't help I don't have a car to drive around either. Then, Fate decided to smile on me and reward me for dealing so well with all the crap I've been through for the past 5 years.
About a week ago, I got an email from a young lady I knew when I dated her dad almost 13 years ago. He and I dated for about 5 months or so, and we split fairly amicably I thought. Anyway, she informed me her dad had been searching for me for the past 10 years, and she hooked me up with his phone number. He and I talked, and he reminded me that we broke up because he'd been a drunken asshole at the time and had ruined my 30th birthday. Apparently it wasn't that major a deal to me since it took me several days to remember the entire incident and the days following that led to me breaking up with him. Long story short, he came to visit last weekend, and it was as if we'd never lost track of each other. Oh we've both aged, but we still look and sound a lot like we did back then - chalk it up to good genes. :-) We've decided to give things another try so I'm going to see about getting a divorce from my husband. Terry, my new beau, knows all about the husband and knows I'm going to get a divorce so he's not worried.
Meanwhile, my writing has suffered. I haven't done much of anything until tonight. Tonight, I've begun work on rewriting Blood of a Friend. It's going to take some time since I'm doing almost an entire rewrite, but it's going to be done before the end of the year.
I've also begun repainting the apartment. I got tired of looking at urine yellow walls in my living room so I got out the chocolate brown paint I'd bought from work a month ago, and I painted an accent wall. I'm going to do the trim in the same brown as well. I'll post before and after photos of the wall once I'm done with the project. After I get the accent wall done. I have two more walls to do in the living room. I might do the kitchen as well. :-)
About a week ago, I got an email from a young lady I knew when I dated her dad almost 13 years ago. He and I dated for about 5 months or so, and we split fairly amicably I thought. Anyway, she informed me her dad had been searching for me for the past 10 years, and she hooked me up with his phone number. He and I talked, and he reminded me that we broke up because he'd been a drunken asshole at the time and had ruined my 30th birthday. Apparently it wasn't that major a deal to me since it took me several days to remember the entire incident and the days following that led to me breaking up with him. Long story short, he came to visit last weekend, and it was as if we'd never lost track of each other. Oh we've both aged, but we still look and sound a lot like we did back then - chalk it up to good genes. :-) We've decided to give things another try so I'm going to see about getting a divorce from my husband. Terry, my new beau, knows all about the husband and knows I'm going to get a divorce so he's not worried.
Meanwhile, my writing has suffered. I haven't done much of anything until tonight. Tonight, I've begun work on rewriting Blood of a Friend. It's going to take some time since I'm doing almost an entire rewrite, but it's going to be done before the end of the year.
I've also begun repainting the apartment. I got tired of looking at urine yellow walls in my living room so I got out the chocolate brown paint I'd bought from work a month ago, and I painted an accent wall. I'm going to do the trim in the same brown as well. I'll post before and after photos of the wall once I'm done with the project. After I get the accent wall done. I have two more walls to do in the living room. I might do the kitchen as well. :-)
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