Well, that didn't take long for me to fall out of habit. All last week, I thought "I should write", but for some reason, I didn't. I had a REALLY stressful week! A relationship that didn't really exist, ended. A friendship crashed and burned. And my course almost got the best of me!
I'm taking the mortgage broker's course. I'm thisclose to being done, but the last 2 chapters have really challenged me! Investment Analysis was a really long and boring chapter, but the assignment wasn't too hard. I even managed to get 100%! And then I moved on to Statements of Adjustment... OH BOY!! Short chapter. When I was done reading, I was positive I knew what I was doing. I was pumped to get the assignment done and handed in. I finished reading the chapter about 5 minutes before the end of my Friday shift (yes, I get paid to study). I debated taking the books home and knocking out the assignment over the weekend, but I had karaoke planned for that night, and hockey all weekend (not playing, watching). So I left it there with the plan of getting it done first thing Monday morning. Work was a little busy Monday, so I didn't get to it until the afternoon, and wowsers! I did NOT know what I was doing!! Just when I thought I had it, the numbers didn't match. But I struggled through, I re-did questions over and over until I got the right answers.. Assignment submitted last night! Now I wait... but that is out of the way!
For the last few months, I've been texting with this guy. He's funny, he likes hockey, he has decent grammar, he's got a kid and doesn't want to have any more, he's the right age, cute in that goofy kind of way... he's basically everything I'm looking for in a guy. Or so I thought. I knew there was another woman in his life, but I was under the impression that he was no more involved with her, than he was with me. Well maybe a little more. I think I believed what I wanted to believe, because he was that guy that I'd been waiting five years to find (yeah... that's right... five years single). Well, turns out he's also really good at lying! I got home from a strange night of karaoke, decided I was up way past my bedtime, and went to bed. Before I went to sleep, I checked my Facebook, and there it was. A picture collage of him and this other girl. One of the pictures had her holding a bouquet. I scroll down a little farther, and my heart breaks! There is his status, saying that he and the other woman had gotten married while on their vacation. And just like that, the end of a relationship that never really existed. And the end of a friendship... but that's not the one that crashed and burned!
I have to be careful how I word the friendship story, as it involves family. I'll tell the abridged version. Person 1 I considered to be a friend, due to her relationship with a close family member. Person 2 is the family member. Weeks ago, person 1 sent me an inbox, telling me that person 2 had been asked to leave. I really wasn't sure why I was being involved in the situation, as it seemed to me that the situation was still ongoing. So I ignored it for a while. Later, I messaged person 2 and let him know I had been informed, and that I didn't know why. I also let him know that I was there for him and that I hoped things could be worked out. Early this week, I was sent a message from person 1, from person 2's page, stating that it was nice to read my thoughts. I then found myself deleted from both pages. Person 1's page, I understood. But I was sure that she also deleted me from person 2, and that's NOT ok. I had to take a couple days to calm down, and I finally sent him an email. My suspicions were confirmed, and it was her, and not him that deleted me. I've since been re-added to his page, but I don't think the friendship with person 1 can be mended.
So needless to say, I've had a stressful week! Next week, I work on my assignment, and eating better, and getting on the damned elliptical that keeps staring at me!
Time to say screw the liars, screw the drama... it needs to be about me!! Time to get back to what I love, and time to love me.
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