I sat in church Sunday morning thinking about the difference a week could make. When I sat in church the Sunday before, I didn't know how my day would end... I didn't know that later that night, just as I was settling my children in, I'd get the call about Daddy, thus making the week start off in a terrible manner. By Sunday, though, Daddy was home and doing well and I'm very thankful!
I also thought about my friend, I've told you about her before. She was at my house Saturday night, as I made corned beef and cabbage for everyone. During the course of the party, her husband, who did not accompany her, managed to get himself arrested.~ for what we do not know, as he didn't feel she needed to know, but we are assuming DUI, since he asked her to go get his car~ By the end of the night, he had been released, packed his bags and moved out. A good thing for her in the long run, and something she'd asked him to do, but painful to have happen in front of your friends, even if we did know what was going on.
I find myself wondering when I became the one with the most normal life? That hasn't happened in almost 7 years!
Sunday afternoon, I went to watch the NCAA tournament with friends. No, I am not a basketball fan. Truthfully, I could care less, but I'm told this is important in The South, so we went. While there, I was introduced to someone... a big step since I knew about it ahead of time! I met his family last weekend when we got together to watch part of the ACC ~Look at me, y'all, becoming more southern by the week!
I have mixed feelings, because I'm still not completely over Cute Boy. We have kept in touch, even though we are no longer an official couple. I am sad to be taking this step to move on ~I actually teared up in the pew when I thought about it!~ even though I am taking it because I feel like I need to. As I said last week, 7 years is a long time to be alone. I am desperately afraid that I might hurt someone and having been the one who was hurt in the past, do not want to be responsible for doing that to someone else.
I find myself feeling unsettled, little listless and maybe a little melancholy. I'm not in a bad place, but I really did have a pretty big crush on Cute Boy and when you figure that I married the only other guy I ever seriously dated, I think part of me was really hoping we would work it out. I'm unsure of how to move on as an adult....how to let go of someone who I really do value as a person. I'm not even sure I'm ready to... but I need to start somewhere.
What a difference a week makes... I feel as though this week I am worrying about the trivial things, but aren't I lucky to be able to, because last Sunday, I thought I might be facing life and death for a loved one!
If this sounds a little wonky, I wrote it on Sunday after church and didn't push publish, so I had to go in and change tenses etc... and yes, there is an update on the intro, which I'll get to, but that's a whole 'nother post!