Pray for Kevin Doherty because the man’s assigned to meeeeeeeee! Yes, it’s true! Poor, poor man. The same drugs that keep me from putting rocks in my pockets and walking into the river are quelling my creative angst, but not killing it altogether. He’s going to have to have a lot of patience to deal with me.
All three are gone, by the way. That might make it easier. I feel bad about the two, but it was way past time. I put up with much too much to feed my ego and simply to be nice. The other one . . . eh, GDA was quite instrumental in going to bat for me. He rocks! Oh, and I seriously need to do something nice for my amazing friend. Brian talked me off the ledge once Monday (after the freaky, creepy, inappropriate texts) and twice on Tuesday (once after I called to back away from the friendships and later that night when I had a meltdown). Thank you!!! 🙂 Maybe I’ll buy lunch sometime?
Had such a nice lunch with Danny today. He’s such a sweetie! He says I’m like Mary in Something About Mary. That’s a huge compliment. My husband said the same thing last night as I was again rehashing my guilt over dogging those guys. Very nice coincidence! (Of course, D qualified it with: “You make everyone feel good about themselves . . . well, except me.” Uh-huh.)
Ultimately, people have got to figure out how to feel good about themselves by themselves. Neither of those guys actually loved me. I was a symptom of their sad and lonely lives with their fat and bitchy wives. That’s what they need to deal with. Flirting with me was a band-aid. Maybe now they can figure out how to be happy? Maybe they won’t.
I don’t really know if I can ever be happy again. I was once. But at least I’m taking another step toward giving it a try. Yes, pity, pity Kevin Doherty (cruel chuckle goes here) the poooor, poor man’s assigned to me.
At Least They're Committed 
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