I came, I conquered, I confused everyone.
By now, I half expected to have been expected to have been (whoa- still with me?) going out with Alex and partying my bruised big butt off, while Christopher sat at home and waited for my cocaine habbit to die and dreaming of a life together someday.
Cut the bullshit out of the story and fast forward a few months.
Chris and I are officially back together and I think I'm happy. I feel happy. I feel secure. But in my life, I've learned that nothing is stationary. Nothing is real. Always sleep with one eye open...
We've got some issues to work through, but it's nothing that can't be just that- worked through.
I did spend another weekend with Alex last Friday. However, this time, the magic was shroom-induced. I will miss his lips and his beautiful kisses, but I am happier with Chris. I know it's the long haul with him and I have no inhibitions with the familiar. I feel like I can really be myself again.
And that makes me feel free, which is of utmost importance!
So much to do, so little time- so few financial options!!! ::grumble::