Mr. Cigar brought my key back to me last night. I let him in as far as the dining area and we sat at the table while he played with Koda. We talked a little bit, but mostly he made comments about my appearance (unshowered, no makeup and pj's from the previous day) which i shrugged about. None of his business, i'm not here trying to impress him. He made a few comments about me being in my head as usual and i again, shrugged. I told him he thinks he knows me, but he never bothered to get to know me, to ask me questions, find out what i care about. He insisted he does know me. I didn't argue, or tell him why he doesn't. I told him every conversation with him is circular, it goes nowhere. He's always right and He can't step back to see someone elses perspective. If it's different than his, it's wrong, or stupid. He tried to give me his charm, and make me laugh, which i rolled my eyes at. I don't have to participat...
Every morning i wake up and feel the growth of brand new hairs on my chin. This is part of the aging process. Why, after all these years, would i need hair on my chin? What part of evolution is this? The hormones? Is this where my bigger balls are coming from? The testosterone coursing through my aging body wasting time on growing hair. ON MY CHIN. Because aging isn't fun enough. Add to that little surprise bursts of pure anger when a thought crosses my mind concerning Mr. Cigar over the past year. Not at him. At myself. He IS all the things i think he is, and he DID do the despicable disrespectful things that he did..........but it was ME that continued to allow his con artist ass back in. Repeatedly. And that gets my panties in a bunch because i thought i was in a better place. Maybe its better because i kept running from him, but i also returned. Maybe it's better because i dealt in reality and tried to talk myself into "no ...