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Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Alrighty then...

...I've accomplished nothing toward my stay out of jail program today because I waited for my son to come back and he never did. He needs nothing from me...or maybe it would be more accurate to say that I have no cash to give him...so he won't be back for a while. Isn't that just lovely?

Oh well, Chip to the rescue. He has promised to help bail me out of this predicament to the best of his ability as soon as he sells some real estate and he told me that if I can hold out until then, all will be well. I shall do my utmost to maintain for a "few more weeks" and see if he comes through.

My friend Anne asked me what I thought of that offer and I told her that I guess I've bought myself a boyfriend. Then, she asked me what I thought about THAT and I told her that I thought it was alright...after all I only have to keep him until he cheats on me and seriously, how long could that possibly take?

In my entire life, I've never committed myself to a man who didn't cheat on me sooner or later. There haven't been that many men that I've actually committed myself to, but as sure as the sun comes up in the morning, they all eventually come across some bimbo who doesn't mind screwing another woman's man.

I have a brother who I don't think has cheated on his wife. I have a sister who's married and I don't think that her husband has ever cheated on her, but other than those two men, I've never come across one who didn't cheat. I'm sure they exist, I just haven't seen many of them.

I see from the results of my admittedly not scientific poll that the majority of people would leave after the first time they were cheated on. In my opinion, that's sound advice. I'm sure that there are times when a person may make one "mistake", but in my experience, a cheater is a cheater and I'll never wait around for one to cheat on me twice again. People are either honorable or they aren't...period.

I actually believe Chip when he says that he would never do that. At least I believe that he believes. Rick believed that long enough to marry me but that lasted about a minute and a half. That was my fault, I knew that he was a liar when I married him and I married him anyway. As they said in jail...my bad.

I have a friend who told me that he never cheated on his wife and I believe him. But, he did have a bunch of pornographic material on his computer which led her to THINK that he was capable of cheating and apparently, that led to the downfall of his marriage. I'm glad that I know him because he's taught me that one thing doesn't necessarily lead to the other and that's nice to know.

Oh well, we'll see, won't we? I'm being faithful to a man who lives in another state and that's sort of silly in a way because I've finally gotten myself single again after close to 25 years and you would think that I would enjoy staying that way. It's not as though I can do anything else, where am I gonna go with no driver's license? Men don't just knock on your front door. I did meet a guy sitting on my front porch once but that doesn't happen often. Not in this neighborhood anyway.

So, I'll wait and see if the one that I have cares enough to wait for me to become mobile again. I will eventually be out of this situation and life will return to normal. When it does, I will NEVER forget the people who have helped me. I absolutely mean that. So, if Chip helps me out of this mess, he'll never regret it. He may change his mind about wanting to be with me, but he'll never be sorry that helped me out.

OH! My friend May needs someone to take care of her on the weekends for a while and I'll be helping her out with that. It won't be much money at all, but it's more than I'm earning now so I'm pleased about that. Of course, I have to hope that my son will drive me there and that's a great big gamble, but it's a start. With my luck, he'll drop me off and leave me there.

I started leaving my dog out of his kennel when I left the house recently and today I had to walk to the grocery store so I left him out, free to roam around the house. He finally earned his way back into the kennel by eating some mini-blinds that were on the floor in the living room. That was a fun mess to clean up. Not as much fun as the glass/olive oil/kitty litter mess, but it was fun all the same.

The walk back from the store was fun as well, that spasm in my shoulder is back. I couldn't buy any milk because I knew that would be too heavy and I couldn't buy any bread because I knew that it would get all smashed but if my son ever comes back, maybe I can get a ride to the store for that stuff. It would be nice because I have cereal and lunch meat, neither of which works very well by themslves. I do have Hot Pockets though! The single person's dinner. I have plenty of fricking Hot Pockets. One of these days I'll go back to cooking dinner for at least two and then...I swear, as God is my witness...I'll NEVER eat another Hot Pocket again! (She said in her best Scarlett O'Hara.)

Alrighty then again...I'm going to go to bed now. Maybe I'll dream that my daughter is here and we're going out to dinner. That would be nice.

See ya!

Meg

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