2006
Another Day…. Another Story….
So here we are… with another story… I moved to Chicago from Minneapolis Minnesota 2 years ago… I moved here for my then love… We shall call this love Asshat… Now asshat is an FTM… And i was the wonderful and adoring girlfriend and stood next to asshat through everything… telling the family, starting T, chest surgery preparations. Hell I gave asshat his first shot… however one fine sunny day (actually PRIDE weekend to be exact) Asshat decided that our union was no longer worth trying to revive (it had been a long downward spiral) so i had to go… in twelve hours… OUT of HIS house… So i left… and i wont bore you with the details…
But. Now here we are almost a year later… and i have lived an amazing life in the last year… I rediscovered myself… Sex… and met some amazing women… I let go… I’m over the past… however… The past is now obsessed with me…
Why after a year… After i respectfully agree no contact (not to mention it was what i wanted) do i have asshats “girlfriend” subscribed to my myspace blog? and in the small world we live in… Asshat is trying to get buddy buddy with one of my “summer adventures”… the same summer adventure actually dated said “girlfriend” (and she knows damn well i know hym)
Now… I write this story… cause its a wonderful lesson… even when you think the book is done… the chapter closed… THE END…. insert bibliography here…
You cant let go of a joint past alone.
It also taught me that age is just a number. I’m 23… they are almost 31 and 28. Perhaps i should mention that in the year… I lived. I laughed. I loved. I lost. I learned. I led. I lusted.
I realized that I cant always write my own stories…
You know… I started righting this story almost as a rant… something to get it out… and instead it clarified everything for me. While they are too close for comfort right now… I dont mind… i have nothing to hide… all they will see is a beautiful confident woman… that is living the life.
