A bad head space

Yep, I didn’t think it was possible, and I really wanted to bring some light into this little corner of blogville but it would appear that when I thought I had hit rock bottom, I find there is even further to fall and I can feel even shitter than I did.

You know your best friend, that person you can pick up the phone to any time of the day or night? who picks you for their team at school despite knowing that your can’t swing a bat to save your life? Yeah that person….I don’t have one. All through school there were people who I became close to and would consider a best mate, then I would come across someone who was feeling lonely and I would invite them to come and play with me and my friend and suddenly the two of them would have play dates that I wouldn’t be invited to, forget to tell me about something that was planned, slowly I would feel more and more like a third wheel and so in the end I stopped trying. Yes the final decision was my own, but I didn’t feel wanted or needed and so I would go off on my own, find another friend and the pattern would repeat!

No I would like to tell you I am over reacting, but this happened at least once that I can think of at Primary School, twice in Secondary School and even happened first year of uni – I’m not going to name names, but I could that is how much this has bothered me.

Last night I went to my amateur dramatics group (yes I am one of those people) and despite arriving with a good friend, whose house I was staying at later that evening. I must have been in a negative mood when I arrived because my friend was first through the door and so was engulfed in hugs, while I stood there waiting my turn. I know this shouldn’t have bothered me but it did. It could have been that it was my first time back since splitting with OH, that made me extra sensitive but I felt left out and from there it was a downwards spiral, I found myself feeling on the edge of conversations and even being ignored or talked over when I said something. It got to the point that when we sat down for tea break I was uber aware that having sat down first people filed in next to me one at a time, but always sitting next to the other person – I was on the edge looking at other people sharing jokes and laughing.

It didn’t help that I came home to some Facebook emails which only helped to pray on these feelings, the first is that one of my friends has yet again double booked himself and so was suggesting he cancelled me. An evening out was suggested around the town that OH used to live in. This town is a good 40 minutes from us, and is in the middle of no-where yet a group of my friends for the first time ever has decided that they want to go and explore this place – did not one of them think that this might be hard for me??

My other issue is my sister has unfortunately been worse than shit since my break up. The weekend I moved out she was amazing but since then the only thing she has done is tell me OH clearly never loved me and made vague offers of having me round to hers but never actually set a date. When I discussed me buying a house and put the suggestion to her or her and her partner coming up for a full weekend (Fri – Sun) once she said…”well no we wouldn’t do that but I would come and see you odd evenings!”

My sister and I have never gotten on, in fact the only time we don’t argue is when we don’t see each other – this is something she will openly admit also. All through school we clearly had our own groups of friends, and when our friends (who had siblings with the same age gap as my sister and I) started ‘hanging out’ together, the one thing my sister and I could agree on was that we didn’t want to hang out with each other and each others friends.

However recently she seems to have forgotten this I have a Uni friend who I haven’t seen in 3 years who is coming back to the UK for one night only. Now this sounds petty (and probably is) but he is my Uni friend, he got to know my sister in the short time he lived not far from me and I would have him round for the night and because I was living with my folks and my sister he got to know her, but he was my friend. However on this one night only when I have a chance to have a proper catch up and see him she’s coming and I know it sounds awful but I don’t want her there – she has her work colleagues, her multiple friends, her successful relationship, her house with her partner, must she take my few friends as well?

I know I am being pathetic, but it would appear that everywhere I am turning at the moment brings up more proof to the fact that I am over looked – noticed from last nights drama meeting were circulated this morning, and everything was on there…except the clothing issue that I mentioned. (A quick text to the person sending out the notice confirmed that he had just overlooked me and he was sorry) I walk into the office and no-one says good morning, and I go to sit out my desk. The lay out of our office is no different to any other office, the desks are nested together around the office with two groups of two, a group of four, and then one solitary desk alone in the corner….anyone want to guess who is sat at the loan desk?

P.s This head state lead to me texting OH at 1am this morning with three simple words “I Miss You”, as he is the only person ever who has put me first – he hasn’t responded!

I’m so excited!!

Tonight I get to see BD, and ok it will only be for a few hours but I am looking forward to it so much that I couldn’t sleep last night.

I am worried however that seeing him for a few hours is a completely selfish act? Am I not better to let him forget all about me? Will it be too traumatic for him to see me and have to leave me again? Will it hurt me to much to see BD and OH?

I am hoping that the weather will be nice so we can go on a nice walk, but I am a complete wuss and so if it is too dark we will just stay at my parents, play with Mitys toys and cuddle on the floor. Mity and BD have always gotten on fine, until one day I let my guard down and BD had a growl at Mity – I will never forgive myself for that laps in judgement as now they are only ever so slightly on edge when they are together. Or are they, my dad had them both one day while I took mum shopping and he said they were fine together so I hope I’m not putting an edgy feeling into the room?

I just want the few hours I have with BD to be amazing, and not to have to worry – I love him so much! OH said to me would I be as upset about the break-up if I wasn’t loosing the dog and house as well, and I must admit this is something I have thought about.

I am trying not to put too much emphasis on tonight in terms of me and OH. I have had friends advise me to look my best, remind him what he is missing, I have had other people tell me not to do this and cut them both out of my life forever, one friend told me to dress smart casual and when I suggested skinny jeans and a hoody the comment back was “do it you have a great arse” so things aren’t all bad! However I do know I will be gutted when he doesn’t fall on his knees and beg me to take him back and there is a tiny part of me that is questioning if my need to see BD is tied in to my need to see OH? Although I know that if OH wasn’t dropping him off I would still want to see him, but hey I like to stress and analyse every scenario!

One of my friends has strongly advised me against tonight, saying that if I want OH back I should completely cut him out of my life for the next three months otherwise how will he know that he wants me? This makes me sad, angry, concerned and worried. Why when it comes to something as life changing as matters of the heart do we have to play games? Why do you have to play hard to get to get the guy? Why do boys from a young age decide pushing a girl over in the playground is the way to show you care?

Why is it so wrong to wear your heart on your sleeve?

Comfortably numb

Well I did it. I have no idea how, but somehow I have been through the worst weekend of my life and come out the other size breathing.

I was in complete denial all day Friday, most of Saturday and part of me still is. One of the key points of this denial, was when at 3pm on Sunday I turned to my dad and said “It has only just hit me that once we have packed up the van, I am going to be coming with you to leave the house.” Yep, I had packed up my entire life and yet still managed to not comprehend that I would be leaving my house, my life, me behind….

I know it sounds very dramatic, but even sat here now I am shaking. I walked into the office this morning and burst into tears, because my drive to work was the drive that I would take to get back to my home, only this time I turned off two exits two soon. As I pulled into work I scanned the hill line in front of me trying to see my little house (which I know is not going to happen, but I still had to look). When I was being driven away from my house at 4.56pm I watched it until trees blocked my view….

I know that time will heal me, I know that we couldn’t have gone on as we were, but I am now in limbo. We had a holiday planned for December and I was hoping that I would come back with a ring (yep, shows how unaware I was that he was cycling home every evening to me in tears) my only complaint was that was sometimes grumpy and insensitive. However the highs made up for any of the rubbish.

I have been thinking hard over the last few months if this was the right relationship for me, and I have decided yes. He is the man I want, my future is with him, he is “the one”. But when he walked out our, now his, front door all he could say to me was that he didn’t know how he felt. He has some issues from past relationships that have screwed him up, and he has to deal with those alone. Once he has dealt with that he will decide if he comes back or if we go our separate ways. At the moment he has a deadline of new years eve to decide – I can’t put my life on hold forever!!

However, for the near future my life is on hold. I have decided that he can drop BD off at my parents house next Monday and I will give him back my key and some of his things I borrowed when I left ( a book and a dvd, not his bank card before you ask!). The negative to this is I am now counting down the minutes until I will see him again. Right or wrong, I don’t want to stop loving him, not yet, not until I have to.

I haven’t been fully happy in my job for a while, everyone is beyond lovely, but I am ready for a new challenge. Before this happened I was watching the clock at work waiting for the minutes to pass until I could race home and see them both. I lived for the evenings and weekends. Now I don’t have that, so I guess the question is in the next few minutes what do I live for?

p.s Please do not worry, this is not my goodbye to the world, I am not considering harming myself!

P.P.S I would like to say a great big thank you to two very amazing people Clowie and Mollie and Alfie (Ok, technically three but two blogs so ha) although we have only ever met through online this weekend you have all been amazing and support. I appreciate it more than you will ever know – thank you!!!

new start…same old me

So I wanted this post to be about the joys of the new house and I even started writing it – I was going to tell you about my joy, the funny quirks we have found in our new house and the amazing weekend I have had looking forward to starting my new life and the post didn’t come!! I am sure it will in time but for now I am going to write about the upset of this weekend.

Ever since I have been little I imagined moving into a new house, drinking champagne in front of the fire, snuggling up in the warm glow of a future together and laughing as we unpacked boxes, pausing to kiss each other, have a paint fight and just living in a bubble of bliss – this was not the weekend I had!

Started off with Friday night, when we collected the keys. Having had a look around I was keen to start cleaning as I wanted everything cleaned before we moved stuff in and the horror of spending three hours cleaning two windows and starting to realise that everywhere I looked I could just seem more things to clean. Add to that OH is properly poorly sick and spent most of the evening lying on the floor having managed 5 minutes cleaning, but then feeling ill, and my ‘happy new home dream’ was dissolving!

After two windows we decided to call it a day and drove home, where I started worrying: (inner demands) Was OH having doubts? He wasn’t happy because he was ill, that’s nothing to do with me right? Was he happier when he moved in with his previous partner? Did that mean he loved her more? Was I just a cheap replacement? I deserve better than that so what was I going to do? Was the love I have enough for both of us? Was this right? If it doesn’t work out how will either of us ever move on? (Sensible voice) he is ill and feeling rubbish, and probably has a small upset about moving away from his home too, stop worrying! (Inner demands) Is he regretting you? Does he feel trapped?… you get the idea!

Anyway as I walked through the door of my home (although I guess technically it is now my folks home) I received a lovely text, he had pulled over to tell me he loved me and he did want to live with me and he was sorry he was ill. I’ll be honest I burst into tears on my mum, and sobbed for a good 5 minutes!

The next day we moved OH into our house, and I was fine, it wasn’t the full romance I had hoped for, in fact when I went to sit near him he stopped me because he has a bad back which was hurting, but I was fine (if not slightly cold as the people we bought the house from didn’t think to tell us the oil was running out and so our central heating stopped working about lunch time, and we had think frost all day – brrr!)

Then Sunday came around and it was my day to move in, I was fine in the morning and during the day – took my folks up and toured them round the house, showed my sister and her bloke the place moved in far too many boxes, waved them off, and then I broke down into tears and couldn’t stop crying! Even now I am fighting back tears as I think about them, about my things not being in my room at home, but in boxes in my cold new house! I cried, and cried and then would stop, open a box of stuff and cry some more – twice OH told me that I could change my mind and just seem him on weekends, and that just made me cry again! I woke up this morning and I felt depressed, I didn’t want to eat, I didn’t want to put on makeup, I just wanted to cuddle my dad….. and I can’t help but think, what’s wrong with me? Am I not supposed to be happy? I have moved in with the love of my life, something I have wanted since I met him two years ago, but all I am doing is crying and panicking….. I turned the fire off before coming to work as I didn’t trust it being left on, is OH going to be mad at me when I get home? (This worry comes from a previous bad relationship, which got very serious and resulted in me becoming a complete recluse – he didn’t like me going out!) and I get mad at being panicky when (At present) OH has done nothing to deserve this fear, but I am afraid to stand my ground, will always back down and this has me worrying about my future!! And the fact that I am crying my eyes out on what should be one of the happiest days of my life makes me worry what is wrong with me??!!

So I have moved house this weekend, however I seem to have taken all of my old gremlins with me, and I am worried that these gremlins will start affecting my future, and I don’t know what to do!!