There's a tear in my beer.
I'm avoiding sad country songs about sad hearts the best I can and The Boy is insisting that I turn my Josh Groban CD over to him seeing as how that can make me cry on even the best of days.
For those of you that don't know what the hell I'm sad about, go here and read my post then read the first comment that TLMS has ever left on this website.
One would think that eventually I'd run out of tears but apparently one would be wrong.
The beer is definitely gone though.
The Boy stayed on the phone with me until 1:30 in the morning. He made me laugh and cry and somehow made sense out of what I thought was incoherent babble through moments violent sobbing.
He told me he is very sorry that The Kathy Howe Ex-Boyfriend Club is now bigger by one which made me laugh and cry all at the same time. I suggested that as the President of my ex-boyfriend club he will need to get busy with getting TLMS enrolled ASAP.
It's a small club and I'm doing my damndest to keep it that way.
I don't really know what I'm going to do with myself today. The Boy has called every hour on the hour since 7am to see how I'm doing and what I'm up to. After the 10am call I decided to get my ass out of bed so I could tell him something new.
He'll be stunned to learn that I'm now blogging.
For those of you that don't know what the hell I'm sad about, go here and read my post then read the first comment that TLMS has ever left on this website.
One would think that eventually I'd run out of tears but apparently one would be wrong.
The beer is definitely gone though.
The Boy stayed on the phone with me until 1:30 in the morning. He made me laugh and cry and somehow made sense out of what I thought was incoherent babble through moments violent sobbing.
He told me he is very sorry that The Kathy Howe Ex-Boyfriend Club is now bigger by one which made me laugh and cry all at the same time. I suggested that as the President of my ex-boyfriend club he will need to get busy with getting TLMS enrolled ASAP.
It's a small club and I'm doing my damndest to keep it that way.
I don't really know what I'm going to do with myself today. The Boy has called every hour on the hour since 7am to see how I'm doing and what I'm up to. After the 10am call I decided to get my ass out of bed so I could tell him something new.
He'll be stunned to learn that I'm now blogging.
8 Comments:
"a healthy relationship is when you come away feeling better about yourself"
Hugs and Thinking of you...
Oh my heavens.
I am just lost. I need to talk to you. Are you okay?
I don't understand why the consistent, lingering talking. Is it "let's be friends" or not?
Calling on the hour? Hello? Why?
You don't deserve such torture unless you are contributing to it.
Sincerely,
Baffled
Oh dear, oh my...do you have enough chocolate and tissues? I do agree that it must be even more torturous to have him calling so often. He obviously cares but going from what you had to friendship immediately is next to impossible. With time yes, right away not so much.
No countrty music and DO NOT WATCH HOPE FLOATS or HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS.
Clarification:
In the last 24 hours I have been talking to The Boy - my lifelong best friend. I haven't had any conversation w/TLMS who is the person I am no longer in a relationship with.
Clear as mud?
KathyHowe
Mud is thicker than clear diction.
I'm just so sad for you. Here I was, mentaly planing the wedding....Karen
*hands you a beer*
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