“If you’re dating a writer and they don’t write about you — whether it’s good or bad — then they don’t love you. They just don’t. Writers fall in love with the people we find inspiring.”
— Jamie Anne Royce
Lisa, you’ve been speaking to me with your quotes this week… Geez!
You make it hard to write about you. Mostly because I don’t really exist in your world. I do love you, but you prefer to keep me a secret. Out of whatever respect I had for you, I let you. Worked great for you, for me however – not so much.
I had 2 great things happen this week. As has become the norm, you weren’t there to share. You’ve been busy. That only applies to me I’ve come to realise. I must’ve given you reason to think that was ok somewhere along the line. For the record, it never has been. The unpleasant truth is more important than a pretty feel good lie. It’s just the way of things.
Speaking of the important things in life…
J is almost done with summer school at his new school. He’s got some familiar faces and made some new friends. I think he’s going to be OK. I’m sure reality will set in for me when I have to buy his uniforms, sneakers and other back to school supplies next week.
I get to keep my house, I got a promotion and I have finally accepted who you really are… I guess good things really do happen in 3s.
Now I get to figure out if my kid wants Angry Birds or Super Mario Brothers for his birthday. Whichever he chooses the cake will be a trip to make…
And yes Chel, I got you.
My ironic playlist recently decided to amuse itself, thought I’d share the universe’s sense of humour….