Thanks to Beryl for playing along and picking up the next line in that Green Day song.
Anyhow, I just want to thank everyone for their kind thoughts and comments to yesterdays post. Apparently the readers are still there, as to date we've had 9 comments and 100+ visitors since I posted. You've all inspired me to continue posting to this blog, but gee -- if there's no "Mark & Jen" -- then what pray-tell am I to blog about? My opinion on whom my favorite winless NFL team should select in the 2011 Draft? My thoughts on Joe Girardi's managing of his pitching rotation in that fatal series vs. Texas? Or better yet, how much I despise the growing amount of time I spend at the Can and Bottle Return center of my local supermarkets?
While those are all very important and critical topics in my mundane life, I'll start with this. Today is now exactly one week since Jen and I decided to take a little break. So obviously I'm feeling somewhat verklempt and choked with emotion. And as the days wear on, I'll continue to let details emerge of what happened, but if you're looking for "my side of the story" or a War of the Roses breakup script, I must tell you -- there's no there "there". We came to this -- I'll call it an "understanding" -- yes, with plenty of tears and heartache, but no harsh words. Not a single word was uttered in anger because frankly, we have such an integral understanding and compassion for each others situation and circumstances that simply put, has inspired no rage nor resentment on either of our parts.
So since that day one week ago, Jen and I have had daily contact. Mostly via Instant Messaging, but there were a couple of phone calls when some health issues of hers flared up. But its nowhere near what we did when we were together, seeing each other a couple hours every day 4 to 6 days a week supplemented by three or four extended daily phone conversations, not to mention the sporadic texts and IM conversations. And I'll admit -- I miss those "connections" as much as I miss her touch, her kisses, her hugs.
Needless to say, I'm feeling a little empty these days....
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Write about whatever you want. Can/bottle return? Can't you just recycle 'em?
ReplyDeleteIt's good to know that you and Jen are still somewhat in touch. I hope her health issues aren't serious. (((hugs))) to you both.
Sorry nitebyrd -- not in NY State! We pay a 5 cent deposit on every canned / glass / plastic beverage container in addition to those plastic water bottles. Now of course the state is saying their prayers that you don't return them and they get to keep your nickel, but I won't do it!! I'll suffer the loss of time not to mention the loss of dignity to keep any extra nickel I can out of the state coffers!
ReplyDeleteNew follower. I was looking for a way to get in touch with Jen, but I don't see a link for it on her page. Any suggestions?
ReplyDelete@ Hopeless: In Michigan, we had to pay 10 cents per bottle/can of any type. I used to troll the halls of the dorm recycling center for out of staters that didn't know about the return. And I totally would bring cans with me back from other states for easy cash.
I'm sorry for your hurting. I am. I understand the sacrifices. I love a man so far away and there is nothing I can do about it but love.
ReplyDelete"for what its worth it, worth all the while. It's something unpredictable and in the ends it's right. I hope you had the time of your life."
xox
Beryl
Hang in there, things have a way to level out.
ReplyDeleteThings will get better - but maybe not at the level you are thinking.
ReplyDeleteI still miss my married lover - and we have been apart almost a year now. We still communicate - mostly via email, but it isn't the same.
Hang in there ....
sa belle petite amie: Jen suggested I give you her email address - jen.fooledaround@gmail.com. Feel free to contact her.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, our states bottle return policy has certainly introduced many to entrepreneurship! But at what cost????