Remember

Remember remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason and plot.
I see no reason why gunpowder, treason
Should ever be forgot...

QUESTION

Ok, I have a question and I would like for everyone who reads this thing to leave a comment as your answer. I'd really appreciate your input.

If you know that someone you care about is lying to you, is it your responsibility to call him or her on it? Or, do you let that person continue to lie, allowing them to eventually answer for their own actions?

Men vs. Women

I was speaking to a coworker this evening who is trying to earn back the trust of his wife after having cheated on her. I knew he was cheating; I even saw him at work with the other woman. He was talking about how hard it was working through things with her, and I understand. I don't think he gets how a woman processes infidelity. It's not just the idea that the person she loves has been untrue. She also questions his honesty and integrity in all other situations. Not only that, she questions herself. She wonders, "Was it me? Was I not enough? Am I not pretty enough? Did I not treat him well enough?" Because of the way women are built emotionally, they internalize everything, and wonder if it was their caring or lack thereof that drove the man to cheat.
And it really isn't that easy to regain the trust. It would take an extremely long time to get that privilege back, if it ever happens at all. As much as she tries (and this does apply for men as well), she will question every other thing he does. It doesn't matter if he is 100% honest or not, and hopefully he would be. Still, every time he calls to say he's working late, or turns his cell phone off, or even goes out with the boys, she'll wonder if that's what he's really doing. It's not just on the woman to work on the trust, the man will have to show that he's trying, too. If not, what's the use?

I speak from experience. (You think?!)

Out....

I think I've been angry for a long time and haven't known how to deal with it. Instead I've shut people out and shut myself away. I often turn to strangers to talk so I don't get overly emotional and can be objective. I feel tired, apathetic, and pained. I don't care anymore, but at the same time I feel hurt. It seems I only piss people off because I don't know what to do. I don't want people asking me questions. I feel that if I want to talk, I will. What the fuck is wrong with me?

First times...

I never thought this would happen, but last night, for the first time in my life, I slept with my bedroom door locked. In my house we hardly even close doors, let alone lock them. But apparently, this is what things have reduced to. Not only do I sleep with my purse next to my bed and hide my car keys, but now I lock my door. Why? Last night as I was lying in bed watching TV, I heard my brother in my bathroom, which is right next door to my room. He's been in there several times in a short period, which makes me wonder. It's been happening like that more and more within the last two weeks or so. Anyways, I hear something fall and I knock on the door to see if he is ok and see what he broke. Instead, I am immediately hit with the odor of vomit, and not just any vomit, but drunk vomit. I asked him is he had been throwing up and he said no (as he wiped his chin), and then I asked if he had been drinking, and he angrily replied that he hadn't. Never mind that his eyes were glossy and he was slightly slurring. I work at a bar! I know what drunk looks like. He went into his room and locked the door (suspicious). I went to use the bathroom but before I could get anywhere I stopped as I stepped into a small but slimy puddle of vomit. Yeah, ew. I knocked on the door for him to come clean it up and he tells me to F*** off, more or less. So I called my mom and she came upstairs, confirmed everything, including that she had found more empty bottles he'd stolen. He came out of his room, saying he shouldn't have to clean up he vomit (!) since my floor was dirty as it is. I didn't realize vomit was ok compared to a few hairs in the corner. He'd also puked in the bathtub and on one of my shoes. I cleaned that up, as my brother got more and more belligerent. My mother told me to go to my room and lock the door and go to bed. I did.
Yet the whole time, all I could think about was how low the situation has sunk. I was also scared of what my brother was doing behind his on closed and locked door. Things are ok today, or so they seem, but who knows how it will be tonight. I'm scared, really.

Not a crab...but....

More and more each day I’m realizing how much I really enjoy being alone. As much as I like going out, I have started to like my Saturday nights at home with a bottle of wine, watching Britcoms on public television. How boring am I? Is it that the nightclub scene here in Augusta is played out? Part of me wonders if I’ll go through another “wild” phase once I have moved out and lost some weight (which, by the way, is going quite well). Maybe the reason I haven’t gone out much is because of the money. No, not maybe, that’s DEFINITELY part of it. Buying a bottle of wine is definitely much cheaper than buying a few cocktails at a club, especially the ones that are worth anything, and I get a much more comfortable buzz.
And on the subject of being alone. I love it. Yeah, I’m pathetic. I really do love it though. I have no one to whom I must answer, I don’t have to worry about whether someone needs me or not or if it’s only a lie. I don’t have to consider the possibility of someone cheating. There’s no way I could get hurt. I won’t have to think about whether someone appreciates what I do, and be upset when they don’t. Friends are fine, but a relationship is more work than I want.
Shit. I’m a hermit.

Conclusion!

Ok, so I have been looking at reviews of New York's best restaurants all night. Don't ask me why! In the background, I'm watching Sex and the City. I decided, just for the hell of it, to drop by Dolce and Gabbana's webpage, just to check out the clothes and stuff. One click, and I see this gorgeous male model draped across the page, slightly sweaty and scruffy. All in one moment, I have a major epiphany, something I think I may have always known but for some reason it just clicked. If I lose about 50-70 pounds, I can have just about any man I want. i'm fairly smart, and not half bad looking. So...here we go!