I sometimes wish i could fast forward to the end of this story and see how it ends. Is it a drama, comedy, suspanse, ....true crime? What genre does my current life fit into? Rocky (my nickname for her) came over to my place yesterday. She arrived at 1pm and left at 5:30pm. Mr. Cigar left us alone until about 5 when he texted her to tell her he was feeding the dogs and to take her time. We talked. and talked. We got really mad at him and we laughed our asses off. We told "our" side of his stories. We didn't trash him, but we did acknowledge he is not always a nice man. Lots of reasons why, none of them valid in how he has treated both of us in the past. I have no tolerance for things he has done to her, and she doesn't understandd why some things just don't bother me like they should. Nothing was answered by the time she left. But at least we have hugged, laid eyes on each other and appear to have a lot in common as...
This weekend has been a turning point i didn't see coming. Thats a lie. Maybe i did know it wasn't going to continue on as it has been. Mr. Cigar made the leap. Told her about me, that he doesn't want to give either one of us up, and wants to see it we can make it all together. I'm sure sex has it's role in there, knowing him. I'm sure rental income also has it's place. I don't know if it would be financially beneficial to me. This thought pattern will be worked out. I will be making no big moves until a year of success has been firmly placed under our belts. If we do this. He came over yesterday- it was pouring rain so no walk was going to happen. I told him i felt ambushed. He reminded me that we've had these conversations over and over about non traditional relationships. He did what he does, and bulldozed ahead because the opportunity arose. I felt very unprepared for how and when he told me that conversat...