Things with the bestie are back to normal (thank God). Life gets weird sometimes and then it comes back around to a good place, that’s just the way it works. Since surgery, I’ve been dealing with some shit emotionally and it got in the way. She’s been dealing with shit emotionally and it got in the way too. Life. Now if only the both of us and her kids could stop being sick so we can get back to our regularly scheduled chick dates, that’d be pretty awesome.
I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about being the “other woman.” I have a hard time even saying or feeling like I was the “other woman,” because we weren’t together really (just a couple weeks before hearing from his girlfriend, we had settled on being best friends with benefits). He was okay with me having someone on the side, I was okay with him having someone on the side. Of course, being completely HONEST about it was also part of that arrangement (even though it was scary, I was honest about my dating other people while he kept me in the dark).
Since we did do things that would not have happened if I had known he had a girlfriend who was not okay with an open relationship, though, yeah I guess I’m the “other woman.” What do I even do with that? Oh I know, give it back to him, because it’s not my fault.
When anything remotely similar has happened like before, I’ve kicked the guy to the curb immediately. My intentions were different in those relationships, though; and I was not open to being anything but the only one.
I was REALLY close to kicking this one to the curb just like the others, but the friendship I value more than anything with him makes me want to hang on. Yes he lied. Yes he hurt my feelings. Yes he’s broken my trust in many ways. But sometimes friends do really awful things to us and we still forgive them and refuse to let the friendship go because we’re all human and we all make big dumb ass mistakes from time to time. I know I have, and my friends still love me anyways.
I had, and continue to have, confusing romantic feelings for him. Our chemistry is undeniable and always has been, but his immaturity is so clear now. That immaturity got him into this situation. That immaturity is keeping him from really doing what he needs to do to get himself out of the dog house (at least with me). As I keep seeing glimpses of how his immaturity caused this and is playing out since, the romantic feelings I had seem to be waning. I don’t have the time or the energy to waste trying to help someone grow up anymore, especially if they’re not willing to put in the effort too. My life is moving forward, with or without him.
The scale is torturing me again. I’m hovering around 302, 303, 301 and cannot get my ass to #twoderland! We got a storm that came through last weekend, I had a crazy busy week, and now I’m sick, so I haven’t been walking since my 3 mi. hike out at Red Rock last Friday (to celebrate being -105lbs!).
With stalls courtesy of a lack of regular exercise, it’s looking like the next 100 lbs is going to be the real challenge, my dears. At least I know I’m up for it!
Surgery is slowly but surely teaching me that I am stronger than I ever knew. I really hoped that this journey would be transformative not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well; and it is. I am seeing my worth in a whole different way, from inside. I am not seeking (as much) validation and approval from outside sources, where it has never been (and never will be) fulfilling. I am holding my head up high. I am looking people in the eyes. I am smiling more. I am becoming the me that I knew I was and could be. It’s really quite incredible!
Business is going well, got an article in a local lawyer magazine, and I’m getting some really amazing referrals from the best places. The next couple of months are going to be really fun too, because I’m going to be back on the radio and am starting a monthly segment on a business show on 4/4/16 (updates will be coming via my law firm Facebook page)! Life is good!
Have a lovely weekend, friends!