What the hell are my dreams?  Why did I set no expectations for the way my life was supposed to go?

When you are little you think about what your future will be like.  Aside from the unrealistic and unhealthy dreams of $300,000 weddings… a lot of little girls grow into adulthood with these timelines of how they want their life to go.  Out of all the women I’ve met in my lifetime around the same age as me, the general timeline goes a little something like this:

  • 21: Graduate college
  • 24: Get married
  • 25: Buy a house
  • 26: Have first child
  • 28: Have second (and also last) child

These timelines can really fuck up their sense of self when things aren’t going as their timeline had planned.  I know a lot of these girls were at 27 and still dating with no Prince Charming in sight.  This is when the panic starts to set in as they worry about their biological clock ticking.

I could never relate to these timelines.  For some reason – my timeline ended at “graduate college”.

Why did I never worry what came after that? I never thought of myself as being a career driven woman, and I also never thought of myself as being a married woman with two kids. I never pictured a wedding and I never pictured myself as a homeowner.

What the hell are my dreams?  Why did I set no expectations for the way my life was supposed to go?

I’ve said it in the past but to reiterate, the man I wake up to every morning is my end game of all my past hopeless attempts at true love.  I’ve also said in the past that this true love of mine, despite what his ex-girlfriend claims, is very unlikely to impregnate me based on what doctors have told him.  Having no expectations for future the idea of never having children didn’t crush my soul so we could live happily ever after.

Sometimes things change.

A few months ago I went to an urgent care clinic to get some medication for a UTI.  After doing the whole routine of uncomfortably peeing in a tiny cup – the doctor came in the room to ask me if I was aware I was pregnant.  The thoughts that went through my head went like this:

  • What?
  • I didn’t even miss my period yet…
  • I had unprotected sex with him for 8 months and I haven’t gotten pregnant despite coming from a family of extremely fertile women
  • He was told by three specialist he had a .001% chance of getting anyone pregnant
  • Shit
  • Am I excited?
  • Fuck
  • This means that bitch is probably pregnant with his kid
  • I wonder how he will take this news
  • …I need to get prenatal vitamins

I think we were both happy about the news – but in a somber way.  The idea of actually having a family was so exciting.  The downfall was the reality of the first child that would be due in a couple of months.  Up until now, every month that went by and I wasn’t pregnant, gave us such a great hope that his ex-girlfriend was full of shit.

Well as far as she is concerned, this entire pregnancy he has tried to stay in contact with her for updates.  In case that child is his, rightfully so, he wants to be a part of his life.  She has been a bitch to his inquiries, but responsive nonetheless.

Fast-forward to now, the baby is born.  She sent him a picture and told him he had red hair (just like my boyfriend), but refused to let him visit, and stopped responding to his inquiries.  Her entire family blocked him on Facebook, and the last thing she said to him was:

“You have absolutely no rights.  He is in no way yours and I am not obligated to share anything with you so please leave us alone.”

She also refuses a paternity test to be administrated. To say we are confused on our end would be an understatement.  To be continued?

I guess angry exes can have that unpredictable kind of crazy that makes him so afraid.

It’s been fifteen days since I moved in.  Around this time in my last relationship I was sleeping on the couch and planning my escape.  I literally can’t wait to go home to him every day. 

OBVIOUSLY I’m aware I’m in the honeymoon stage of a relationship. 

Disagreements arise, opinions are argued, feelings get hurt.  Tensions will always emerge – whether it is over some petty issue that we create in our own heads, or… real issues that need to be talked through and resolved.  Majority of arguments come from expectations that we create that our partner doesn’t meet.

The best part of these expectations? We don’t tell them what they are… but are pretty infuriated when they don’t read our minds. 

I’m pretty open with my feelings because honestly.. I’m thirty.. and I don’t have time for bullshit. The only thing that we get in arguments about is his ex.  I understand that if that baby is his, she will always be a part of his life.

I accepted the situation, and the baby… I just don’t agree with how he’s handling things.  He’s SO concerned about all of his belongings because she has a key to  the apartment and needs to come and get her stuff.  I guess angry exes can have that unpredictable kind of crazy that makes him so afraid.  His biggest fear is her coming in, getting a rush of adrenaline, and ripping his TV off the wall with her bare hands (which is wall mounted about 8 feet from the ground).

In my opinion, it isn’t fair for her to not know the full story.  His reasoning for breaking it off is missing something… and in her head, there is room to squeeze herself right back in his life.  Meanwhile, he’s going grocery shopping with me, planning trips to IKEA, and sending me text messages at work saying things like:

I’ve been a lot happier in my overall life since the day we met.  A lot less miserable and angry.  Knowing you’ll be the last person that I see/talk to before I fall asleep, and the first person that I see/talk to when I wake up in the morning makes me feel really good.  I’m really glad we met.  If you’d let me, I’d like to make you this happy every day, for the rest of your life.

Well despite his efforts of keeping me a secret from her world, she found out. This is just a chronological list of events that took place last night:

  1. A friend of my boyfriends came by after work to grab food with us for dinner
  2. She made a Facebook status about it, and tagged me and my boyfriend
  3. His ex saw the post, and proceeded to Facebook stalk me
  4. After lurking on my page (and my page isn’t private) – she sees that he posted on my wall saying something like “you’re hot” with some flirting back and forth
  5. My boyfriend gets a text message with a screenshot from my wall showing him that she saw what he wrote on my wall and says something like “Are you fucking kidding me?”
  6. She makes a public post on Facebook asking the world how she should handle the fact that the person she is madly in love with got her pregnant, broke up with her, and is sending messages to all these girls while he abandons her… leaving her to be a single mom
  7. There are about 30 comments from people basically calling him a piece of shit human being
  8. She comments on her own status asking if anyone had a truck so they can  help her grab all of her shit from his apartment
  9. My boyfriend and the ex fight back and forth through texting until he tells her he’s going to bed and he’ll see her on Saturday when she has arranged to pick up all her stuff
  10. His friend who made the Facebook status is going into a full-blown panic attack for all the drama that she caused.
  11. I tell her thank you because I was pretty sick of being kept a secret

Well that’s that.  I did want her to know about me and now that she does… I guess I got what I wanted. 

I know he’s pretty upset with the way that it went down, but I think he is relieved the cat is finally out of the bag (or at least I know I am).

No one is responsible for your life other than yourself. It’s a hard truth to accept – but a good way to look at your life, and decide to grow the fuck up.

Well – it’s been about five days since I moved in with my new stranger, but I couldn’t be happier.  I haven’t heard much about his baby on the way – but boy, do I have many reminders of the situation.

Most of his ex-girlfriend’s things are still at his place.  It looks like she just left a nice nest for herself for when the baby comes. Just to name a few:

  • 3 small bureaus in the bedroom
  • A 55″ TV
  • Clothes hanging in the bedroom closet
  • A kitchen cabinet
  • 3 Rubbermaid totes filled with clothes and random stuff
  • Sheets and blankets
  • Dishes/cups/wine glasses
  • Little small baskets in the bathroom with toiletries and things

She moved everything she owned in one SUV car load in one day… but she’s been there about 4 times to move stuff out.  I think in total she took one mirror, and two of those foldable fabric storage containers.  The last trip I think she walked out with a pillow.

I’m constantly playing devils advocate with the situation – but at the end of the day, regardless of my existence or not, he has made it very clear that he doesn’t want to be with her. I know the situation sucks for her and I wouldn’t want to be in her shoes – but she made the choices that put her there.

She tells him that he is just an asshole and she can’t believe he is making her do this on her own.  He has explained countless times that he will be there for the child if it is fact his, and has even offered to go to appointments.

Why is it that when someone doesn’t want to be with us, they are automatically an asshole? 

This is a worldwide problem that needs to be resolved.  Just because you didn’t cheat, steal, or lie to someone you are with, doesn’t mean that person needs to stay with you.  When I got dumped by someone I did EVERYTHING for, I felt the same way.  To me, he was the biggest asshole I have ever wasted my time on.  Thinking back I realized that he didn’t owe me anything and honestly – I understand why he dumped me.  Could I BE any more of a door mat? So unattractive.  I would have dumped me too.

My point is – you can be a great person, with a lot of amazing qualities… but the person that you want to be with doesn’t need to feel that way about you You just might not be for them, and you need to learn to move on.

If I didn’t make bad choices (like trusting ignorant men, getting in credit card debt, and gambling away the savings that I had)… I could be living in a pretty decent apartment on my own with my cat by my side.

I may not be 21, single, and pregnant living in my parent’s trailer, but – you’ve made your bed… now you have to lye in it.   We all need to take responsibility for our thoughts and actions that lead us to our current circumstances.

No one is responsible for your life other than yourself.  It’s a hard truth to accept – but a good way to look at your life, and decide to grow the fuck up.

Sometimes it’s just nice to feel any emotion to remind you how lucky you are to be alive. 

There’s a million articles I can read on the internet about what I should be doing with my life. For every article with one viewpoint, I can guarantee I could find one saying the exact opposite from the first one I just read.

They are all so convincing… which one should I believe?

I’m the first one to admit I’m a huge sucker and I’m sold on any good sales pitch… even if I don’t believe what they are saying. I love anything As Seen on TV. I was one Amazon click away from buying a pressure washer one day even though I have zero use for it.

What do I do when the sales pitch I’m being sold on isn’t Hip Hop Abs or Booty Pop? What do I do when I’m being sold on actual life paths to take?

At what point did I start looking for advice from some millennial with a blog?

Today I decided to stop. Alright… I’ll still read them… but I’m going to mindful that whoever wrote it may not have any idea what the fuck they’re talking about… and just because they can write an article with numbered bullet points doesn’t make them an expert in the subject.

What did we do when the internet wasn’t around and an abundance of “advice” wasn’t at our fingertips?

Oh yeah… I think we actually lived our lives. We went to dinner, parties, movies, played board games, had long car rides, watched tv, took walks… and we did it without staring at our phones. We had actual arguments over facts instead of just asking google for the answer. We had to meet people in real life, and based on that encounter… you might be asked for your phone number or for a date.

Maybe it’s just me, but I feel that before all this… we worried about ourselves and our well-being. We made our own mistakes and we learned from them (or we just made them again… whatever).

I remember when it was cliché for a guy to roll his eyes about an argument his wife had based on a Cosmo article they read. Now they have to worry about a whole internet of opinions.

What’s up now guys? According to the internet, you literally can’t do anything right!

If you’re one of the rebels without an internet trail, you might as well be Norman Bates – and good luck to you convincing someone you’re not a weirdo with actual skeletons in your closet.

Read whatever you want (they’re still good articles after all). If you want any advice from me – I’d say live your life for you and make your own decisions based on what you want to do at that moment, and don’t label anything, or accidentally alter your feelings because of something you read on the internet.

Every situation is different, every person is different, and how you interpret everything that happens to you is what makes you who you are.

That being said, don’t take advice from me. I blew off my date tonight because I got sad about where I was at in life and just wanted to be alone. I wanted to reflect on how all the relationship choices I made ended with me here – freeloading off my grandmother, watching reruns of Roseanne (there’s not a lot of stations to choose from), and eating straight Nutella out of the container for dinner.

Life is still beautiful… even on your sad days. Sometimes it’s just nice to feel any emotion to remind you how lucky you are to be alive. 

There is no way he can respect me after that… right?

I’m going to be honest… I didn’t expect any relationship to develop with my new boo. When I decided to hang with him, I was open for him to be a friend – and someone to relate to regarding the nightmare I was going through from settling too quickly.

Ok – obviously, I was attracted to him and I didn’t rule out the possibility of hooking up…

I went to pick him up where he was working, which was located at this massive business park. It was a mixture of active businesses, abandoned office space, with a graveyard of disassembled cubicle walls and filing cabinets.  I wanted to go in because I love going in abandoned buildings. It fascinates me.

I get real jazzed up over that kind of stuff.

I honestly didn’t know him well at all, but I was really excited. We walked through the building until we were lost in the dark, with the faint light from the moon coming through the windows as our only light source.

I found a small empty office. I kissed him. He kissed me back. The whole thing escalated quickly. I was wearing a dress, which was convenient… but it was not long until I ripped that off too.  I just spontaneously banged this dude in this random building, completely naked, and I loved it.

At one point, he stood up and had me wrap my legs around him, and he proceeded to bounce me up and down with my back against the wall.  It reminded me of the sex scene with Eminem and Brittany Murphy in 8-Mile.  It was fantastic.

To say it was amazing would be an understatement.

Afterwards when we left the room and tried to find our way out, we actually saw someone coming down the other end of the hallway on some golf cart type of vehicle.  I am sure it was a lazy janitor on a motorized scooter, but regardless… we ran out of the building like there was a SWAT team coming after us.

It was the most exhilarating feeling I have ever experienced. 

I could not get the smile off my face and I was a mess with emotions.  I am not an adventurous person, and I have been emotionally crippled by anxiety my entire life.  It was the most exciting (also the sluttiest) thing, I have ever done.

So what now?

I didn’t expect him to want to talk to me for anything more than sex after that.  There is no way he can respect me after that… right?  Not a classy moment for me.  However, I think he could tell that this was definitely a first for me since I could not compose myself. It was a first for him too… but he was a lot cooler about it.

The experience was so thrilling for both of us, we wanted to relish in the memory together.  We both admitted later that it was so unreal that it seemed like the whole thing was a dream.

The amazing sex aside… we have a lot in common, and come to find out, I like his company a lot.  My most slutty experience may have been one of the best things that has ever happened to me.

My new boyfriend’s girlfriend is out of town.

I know karma will be waiting in an alley one day to jump out and give me a steel toed kick in the teeth. Or at least a good hair pulling from the poor girl whose life I’m secretly destroying. I deserve it.

I don’t need the hate. I don’t think anyone should be proud to be a side chick, and believe me, I’m not, and I never thought I would be this person.

So why am I doing it then?

I don’t think there is any other answer other than… I can be a real selfish asshole sometimes.

They have only been seeing each other for a month and a half, and they don’t have much of a sexual relationship. He was sick of dating and settled. Sounds familiar.

We both settled at the same time.

He tells me all the cookie-cutter things that guys that cheat in their girlfriends say to their side chick.

“I’ve never done this before.”

“I’m not this guy.”

“I’m going to break up with her – I just need some time.”

I do like him a lot. To be perfectly honest, he is everything I ever want in another human being (or maybe I have another sixteen year old crush with rose-colored glasses on).

I’m obviously going to proceed with extreme caution. He already said he wanted to get an apartment together – which is crazy but, maybe after you hit 30, you need to accept that “all in” attitude.

Like I said – I would do it again in heartbeat.

He also asked if we could get matching tattoos this morning. Maybe we should hold off on tattoos until he’s not linked on Facebook to a female that isn’t me.

Immorality aside…

Is it possible that we are perfect for each other… and we just missed our open availability time frame by such a short fraction?

Are we lucky to find each other this early on to make a choice to change course of direction before heading down the wrong road to the point of no (or at least more difficult) return?

I ghosted the guy who took my virginity. That was 16 years ago.

It’s funny. I spent all of high school and college being anti-romance. I just wanted to have fun and no one could tie me down. If someone got attached or liked me too much, I would ghost them and run off with someone new before ghosting was even a thing.

I ghosted the guy who took my virginity. That was 16 years ago.

Yeah you would think being a young girl, losing your virginity before all your friends – kind of a big deal. I didn’t love… let’s call him Brian. I don’t even think I particularly liked him that much. I was 14 and he had a car. Sold.

I was young hanging out with guys that really shouldn’t have been hanging out with me. When they asked me and my friend about sex, and we told them we were virgins, they basically gasped like we were so behind in life. I would say that it was manipulation to get us in bed. They weren’t that bright but, regardless it worked on me anyway. 

It wasn’t special. I literally just wanted to get it over with so I didn’t have to worry about that lifetime milestone anymore. I think I tried it with him maybe three times. I liked the attention of it more than anything else.

Then I met someone else I liked, and I started seeing him instead. This was before cell phones were a thing (I know fucking ancient). Brian would call my house phone and leave messages with my family for me to give him a call back. If I was home I told my family to lie for me and say I wasn’t there or sleeping. What a luxury I took for granted back in the day. 

I was dodging Brian’s phone calls for a month. They were less frequent but he still tried. One day I was walking in the mall hand in hand with my new boo… and I hear a fake cough from behind me. “Oh.. hi Brian. How have you been?”

I’m sure that Brian assumed I would fall in love with him after he took my virginity. People get attached like that right? He couldn’t even get me to call him back, and I already moved on. I essentially used him.

The bad thing about losing your virginity that young, is that when guys know you lost it, they expect it. I vaguely remember my new boyfriend pouting to me… “but why him and you won’t with me..”. I didn’t like that. It wasn’t long before I ghosted him too. 

My whole life it was very difficult for me to develop real honest feelings for a guy. I always just did what I wanted with no regard for anyone else’s feelings. I’m not proud of it. I just didn’t get it.

In the past 16 years, I think the longest I was alone was maybe a couple of months. There were only a select few who broke down my wall and made me feel what love is, and I knew that I would never want to hurt them (even if I eventually did).

Now I’m thirty, and every guy I meet I fall madly in love with. It’s not even about the need to settle down or start a family. All the emotions I go through are that of a 16 year old with a huge crush. I’m one Lisa Frank notebook away from drawing hearts around our initials.

It’s exciting, confusing, and exhausting. I’m filled with so much hope and I’m not even sure why. I’ve never felt so alive.

Why am I so late in this love game?..

Maybe its an intuition of what will soon come. Either way, I’m excited for the future.

***Side note about Brian – he was a few years older than me. I’m assuming he started college a few years after finishing high school. The next time I saw him (after that day in the mall), was because he went to the same university as me, and he worked the front desk of the gym on campus. We never acknowledged we knew each other but, every time I walked by, he would get a huge grin on his face because he knew he took my virginity. I regret not calling him out for being a creep.