Maybe
It's amazing how things change so quickly.
The divorce went through and the boy broke up with me.
Work (or the lack thereof) is very frustrating. I've always said when a job isn't fun anymore I'll stop. It's fun when I'm in the air. I'm sitting hot a lot recently. Not fun. I have a crashpad with 6 other airwaitresses which saves me a LOT of money on hotel rooms. Good. I hate constantly being woken up by other people talking/banging around/being inconsiderate. Not fun. I feel displaced, I don't have anyplace to call home. Not fun.
Now I'm just getting into whiny, "Woe is me!" territory. But it's my blog, right? So stop reading if you don't like it. :)
The boy wants to get back together. Says it was the biggest mistake he ever made. I don't know, it's hard to fathom doing that to someone I truly love. I worry that he wants me because he can't have me, that he'll freak out and leave me again. Mostly that he'll break my heart again. I worry because a lot of people close to us have expressed their relief at our breakup, how they knew it was just 'infatuation', and that kind of pisses me off today. It's my life and I shouldn't have to worry that people I love will judge me or be upset with me because of my personal choices. <Le Sigh>
I wish I were happier right now. This is a ridiculously depressing post. I need to sing.
