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Country Line Dancing

Yesterday afternoon I reached my limit. I literally could not spend one more minute in my house. I went to pick my kids up from school, dropped them off at home, and told them I was going to the grocery store. Then I drove off. I went to an area I knew I could park to think, and just parked there. I listened to some music while I tried to process and figure out what I was freaking out about. I felt a severe depression that literally hurt my body physically, but I couldn’t figure out what the source of this depression was. It was one of those times when words were useless to me. I tried using them at first, but I didn’t get anywhere, so I sat there in silence and let my mind work it out with my heart.

I began to picture myself going downtown, getting a coffee, and sitting outside while thinking, so I turned my car back on and headed that way. It was only a mile or so from where I was parked, so it didn’t take me long. I got my coffee, and sat outside while an amazingly sweet breeze blew.

That’s when I got the call from my family. The pizza I’d ordered them had shown up and that made them worry, as I was supposed to have been at the grocery store getting supplies for dinner. I have to admit, I did it for the dramatic flare. It sounded like such a good scheme to silently send the pizza and not tell them. So mysterious.

I told them that yes, I had ordered it, so they could stop freaking out. I then told Hot Guy that I just couldn’t come home. I literally couldn’t bring myself to be in the house for one more minute. He suggested we go walking at the lake with the baby then, and could I please come home because I had the car seat and he was stranded without it.

Walking at the lake sounded bearable, so I headed back home and picked them up.

It was a beautiful walk and I was so happy during it. When it was time to go home, I began to feel dark and depressed again. It made me testy and I fought with Hot Guy. This just made me more upset so when I got home I put on my headphones and crawled into bed. Maybe I could work it out that way.

As I laid there and, once again, let my mind talk to my heart, I began to picture myself out dancing. Suddenly I knew that I HAD to go out and dance. I didn’t have a choice. My heart was taking over and running the show now.

I decided to go to the Country Line Dancing place by our house as it seemed like a less intimidating environment than a regular club if I was going to go alone, and I’d never been although I’ve wanted to. I got out of bed and got dressed up. As I was dressing I realized that I really would like Hot Guy to go, but if he didn’t want to I’d go without him. So when I was all ready and looking good, I walked out into the living room and asked if he wanted to go with me. He did, and went to get changed.

That made me happy.

We went to dinner first, and I have to admit, the minute we stepped out of the car, I felt better. We laughed and joked at dinner, and then went over to the country club.

Oh my gosh, country people know how to have fun! It was a blast! We didn’t know any of the dances, but I tried a whole bunch, finally resolving to just go with the directional flow of everyone else and move my feet however I wanted. This made me a lot better. Hot guy isn’t quite as outgoing as I am, so he just watched me most of the time. But when they were doing two step, he watched, figured it out, and took me out on the dance floor to dance. That was great. There’s nothing like dancing with someone.

Then, around 11Pm the DJ announced it was free dance time and started playing club music. OH YEAH! I LOVE to dance! I went right out there, Hot Guy right behind me, and danced my little heart out. I managed to inch my way to the middle, and when a circle formed where they all watch one dancer dance in the middle, I jumped right in and danced for everyone. This shocked Hot Guy. He couldn’t believe I did that, because he could never. I loved it though.

At the end of the night I felt great, and my depression was gone.

On the drive home, Hot Guy commented on how great of a dancer I am, and how he’s beginning to see another side of me. That made me absolutely happy because it’s true. There is a whole other side to me that has bloomed. That part of me that I’ve been all along, but always censored and repressed for the sake of pleasing the proverbial supposed tos. And that’s why I’ve been depressed. Now that I have become someone new, I need a new habitat to live in. I’ve compared myself to a caterpillar who has recently become a butterfly in other posts, and using that analogy, I would say that I need a big wide world to fly in, instead of the cozy cocoon I’ve made my home. I am taking steps to get out of that cocoon, but they are taking time to put into place, so while I wait I am depressed. It feels like I have all this power and energy inside me that’s ready to get out, but my skin is holding it all in. I think my depression is my heart conceding to stuff the energy away, and it’s becoming harder and harder to do that with every passing day. There are cracks where it seeps out.

So I asked Hot Guy, “Do you like the side of me you are seeing, because it’s who I am. It’s who I’ve become.”

“I love it!”

And that’s all I needed to hear.



Having Lunch With the Back of a Cell Phone


This morning when I opened my eyes, the first words out of my mouth were, “Oh my God!”

Hot Guy, who was wearing fitted jeans and a white t-shirt that wrapped tightly around his muscles, looks at me and says, “What happened?” with a worried look on his face.

I reply, “You look so sexy it hurts.”

Hot Guy (who is properly named) was no longer worried, and instead, stood up a little straighter, gave me a kiss, and left for an appointment. This was very disappointing, as I would have preferred to consume him entirely for breakfast.

Around 11, I got a phone call from Hot Guy asking if I wanted to go to lunch. I happily accepted as visions of a fun conversation and playful bantering, over what was sure to be an excellent plate of food, danced in my head.

Stupid girl. You know better.

It being the middle of the day, we brought HappyBaby along with us, as our live in babysitter was at school. He screamed the entire drive. (This is his new thing.) Then, while at lunch, HappyBaby had to be entertained with jelly baskets, menus, and tortilla chips. The service was s-l-o-w, and Hot Guy was e-mailing on his phone almost the entire time.

Sharp knife right through the center of my daydream bubble.

I do want to take a little moment (before I go on to vent) to say that it was work stuff he was dealing with and today is a work day. But there have been many times when he was just bored and therefore reading Twitter, which he is obsessed with. Still, I’m pretty sure the email could have waited 30 minutes.


Now, some of you might be getting a picture of an attractive man paired up with a woman who used to be pretty but has now had 4 children, so has amounted to a frumpy housewife that HotGuy is no longer excited by. You might also be picturing a scowl on this ugly woman’s face that suggests she is a naggy bitch that offers poor company. But let me tell you, this picture is not true.

I am a very attractive woman. Everywhere I go men cannot keep their eyes off of me. Everyone opens my door, offers me help, and tries to talk to me. I’m also funny, exciting, and a great friend. AND, I’m great in bed.

I mention these things, because I think with all that I offer, I should at least be worth a little attention at lunch. I don’t want to date the back of your cell phone. I want to live a romance. I feel like if he felt the way about me that I do about him, we would. I feel like I should be enough to entertain his mind for 30 fucking minutes. I guarantee there are plenty of men out there that would do pretty much anything to sit down with me at lunch and have a little sexy banter.

I’m so disappointed. I want more from life.

I just feel like this scenario sums up my life right now. I’m ready to launch. August can’t get here fast enough.



Lost In Translation

When I look into my heart and ask it what it wants, I see two things:

1. Working for Company X

2. Living in LA.

This I can see perfectly clear. The whys behind those two things are more difficult to define. Sometimes the truth about me is just not logical. Or it’s not “common logic” at least. When explained out loud it never quite fits what I’m feeling. When the words land, they just aren’t right.

Part of this might be the person I am trying to explain myself to. Hot Guy has a different view of life than me, and he sees my heart from a different angle than I do. This creates a huge problem for me. Something I might look at in myself and see as strong and amazing, Hot Guy might see as naive thinking, or the influence the liberals have had on my mind. (Eye roll) He cannot see what I see, and so he does his best to sway me to his thinking.

Now Hot Guy is extremely intelligent, and he knows all about me, so he has a way of presenting a logical argument against my thinking, so that if I were to disagree, I look like a completely selfish, or worse, ignorant fool. How can I not want what he’s presenting to me? I must see that my theory is completely different than reality.

He says I am dramatic. That I have to create extreme circumstances in my head in order feel good, but that in reality, it’s the little things that will make me happy.


Sometimes I get the feeling he views me as a sheltered child. Someone of a lesser understanding than him.

There’s a part of me that feels like running away from him, and getting him out of my head once and for all, would be so refreshing. To not have to drag someone into an understanding of me. To not have to feel like I’m wrong or bad because I’m just not them.

And yet, he’s my companion. My comfort zone. And I am afraid that leaving him would be the worst mistake of my life. One I would regret forever because once he was gone I’d know how good I’d had it. I know if I left he’d hate me, and then he’d move onto some sweet girl that would worship the ground he walked on, and be his little wifey. And where would I be?


Well, that is my fear at least. So I continue to drag him into my paradigm, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not, and hoping I can break through enough to taste my own freedom and gain my own desires. But one day I may believe enough in myself to leave him, or I may fall head over hills back in love with him. I don’t know.

For now, I’ll leave you with this quote:

“There comes a time when you have to stand up and shout: This is me damn it! I look the way I look, think the way I think, feel the way I feel, love the way I love! I am a whole complex package. Take me; or leave me. Accept me – or walk away! Do not try to make me feel like less of a person, just because I don’t fit your idea of who I should be and don’t try to change me to fit your mold. If I need to change, I alone will make that decision.” –STACEY CHARTER