Dating for dummies

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This is honestly how I feel right now.  I joined an online dating site for all the reasons that everyone seems to have joined.  I don’t do the clubs anymore and when I go to a bar it’s usually with some married folks. :/

This past Friday I went on my very first date since joining this site.  I will call him “JC”.  So this guy has two kiddos.  He told me that he had to temporarily move back into his parents house. Warning sign #1? I decided that I would give him a chance.

We met at a Mexican restaurant… but there was no parking so we decided to go across the street and grab a burger.  Dinner was… interesting.  This guy had NO FILTER!!  Like none.  He said everything that crossed his mind.  From OMG you have a nice ass… to are we going back to your place.  :/  What a gentlemen right.  I mean I honestly felt bad for the guy.  I think he was really nervous.  So anyway I decided to stick around and walk down to a bar that was a couple of doors down.

Once he relaxed he was much more talkative and we actually had some nice conversation.  We ended the night and I went home.  He called and asked when he could see me again.  I thought it over, and the next day I thought about it some more.  I sent him a text on Saturday telling him that I didn’t really feel a romantic connection but that I would like to hang out as friends if he was up for it.

Date number one.  fail.

 

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Big tall glass of clarity

This month. Right around this time, a year ago, I found myself in a very dark place.  In September 2012 my husband of almost five years asked me for a divorce.  Honestly, my world shattered.  I was immediately overwhelmed with a million questions.  Why me?  What did I do so wrong?  How could I be so unlovable? Was I really that horrible of a person that my own husband wanted nothing to do with me? What am I going to do?

For weeks, that added up to months, I walked around feeling like I had been punched in the stomach.  My mind was so clouded with anger, hate, and resentment, to name a few, that I couldn’t even think straight.  I was so deeply hurt.  At that moment I just knew that I would never be able to put back together the pieces of my broken heart.  Each night I would lay awake staring at the ceiling, with tears rolling down my face, thinking about my son.  Wondering what I would tell him, wondering if he even understood what was going on.  Aside from God’s true grace, he was the one thing that kept me going.

It’s been one year now.  In this past year I have learned so much about love, life, myself, and the resiliency of my heart.  I am in a much much better place now.  Things are not always easy and sometimes they even suck a little bit but I am learning to take it all as a lesson.  It’s taken me a very long time to understand that all I really need to do is to trust God.

I’ve been doing a lot of soul-searching these past several months and I’ve really had some clarity.  I’m ready to be a different person.  I’m ready to be the person that I have always wanted to be.  Over the years I taught myself to blame others, to blame situations, to blame God, for my life being in the shape that it has been.  But I’m realizing now that the only one responsible for me is me.  I stupidly assigned others the responsibility of making me happy.  Every time that I did someone or something let me down.  The burden laid on them.  It was their fault I was heartbroken, unhappy, angry, sad, or even happy.  I shouldered none of the responsibility.

What a horrible way to live.  No wonder I was so unhappy.  I know I don’t want to be this person anymore.  I don’t want to be this example to my son and I certainly don’t want to cast this burden on to someone else.

My prayer is that God begin to mold and shape my heart in such a way that my true happiness will be found in Him.  That I will take hold of my life and hold only myself responsible for the things that I do or don’t do.  I pray that I be the best example to my son and that one day he look back on his life and know that I did everything I knew to do to show him how much I love him.  And I pray that one day I will be able look back on my own life and know that I was the best woman, mom, wife, sister, daughter, and person that I could be.

Perhaps even one day I will sit down with my ex-husband, the father of my son, and apologize for making him carry the heavy load of being my happiness.

Breaking up

Two months ago I met a man that I will call j.r. We met on the online site and hit it off right off the bat. He is single dad with 3 kids. We seem to have so much in common and over the past several weeks we spoke everyday.  Things went a little faster than I expected and I was having feeling for this person and vice versa.  

This was the first time in a long time that I actually was excited about someone.   I let my guard down and allowed myself to get lost in the idea of being with someone.  

Well because ofour schedule and the schedule with our kids we decided to wait to meet this coming Saturday at a concert.  Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea.  Fast forward to tonight, and we just “broke up” which I dont even know if you can do that if you have never met.  

For the past several days he had been a little standoffish and I could tell that he was not himself.  So I called him tonight and asked him to be honest with me.  And that he did.  He said that he was going through some things and was not ready for a relationship.   That he didn’t think that he or his kids were ready for someone long term. He said he was not trying to be cliche but that it was not me but him. I appreciate his honesty though. I would have rather know now then 6 months down the line.

So I guess you can say that this is one of those you win some you lose some kind of moment. Honestly, I don’t know what could have been. But if it’s one thing that I’ve learned is that you cannot force someone to be with you if they don’t want to. So here I am again in this single boat.  And im okay with that.  

I’m old enough to understand that sometimes things just don’t work out. That sometimes relationships don’t blossom because they were never meant to be in the first place.

Over the past several months I’ve learned that I have a lot to offer someone. Today I am patient, and I will wait on the Lord. I know He will bring me exactly what I need and exactly what my son needs. For that I am grateful.

Finding the silver lining

It’s 10 p.m. and I find myself staring at this blank screen.  To be honest I’m not sure where to start.  I am a 31 year old single mother of one. A son who is almost two and a half. I had another blog once.  I miss the anonymity of writing about myself… to no one at all.  There is a certain release that I find in letting out what I am thinking.  I’m still unsure if this will be an anonymous blog or not but it will be an honest one none the less.

I’ll start with today’s thoughts.  I’m currently unemployed and looking for a job.   As of last month my boss let me know that I would be laid of for a period of time.  It’s stressful.  Thankfully I do have a little income that will keep me afloat for a while, but it doesn’t do much for those nights that I lay awake wondering where I will be in a few month.  My car is in desperate need of some TLC that has to wait, for now, and the holidays are just around the corner.  And with all this craziness, there is this guy who is amazing and I am head over heels for but the feelings I have for him scare me.

I try not to worry, not to let the things I can’t change get to me.  Hence the name of this blog.  Somehow God reminds me that things will be okay.  Gives me a certain peace that He will work things out.

Sometimes dark clouds fill the skies and threaten to drown me with life’s problems.  But slowly I’m starting to find that even during the not so great times that there is a peace in dancing in the rain.  That each cloud that comes has a silver lining.  I just have to take the time to see it.