I by no means grew up in any sort of slum or third world country, nor did I grow up filthy rich with every advantage afforded to me. I had a normal family with a median income, 2 dogs, and a cat. I suppose it was the traditional American dream,
When my dad died, at least for me anyway, that dream shattered. Really I know I reference this often, but it was an earth-shattering experience in my life. It was a bit more over the top than your everyday ebb and flow. And ever since, things simply have not come easy. I don't say that to sound tragic or dramatic, it simply is a fact. Up until very recently I have worked at least two jobs and no less than 70 hours a week...for over the past decade. Given that I'm only 30...that seems like a terribly long time. However, that is the least of my concerns. I don't mind hard work. In fact, I rather like it as I think it builds character and integrity.
My issue rather is with relationships. Even in the middle of very messy and long, drawn out divorce, I still found myself trying to remain calm and non-reactionary, and to maintain some semblance of grace and dignity. Even in a trying time like that when truly it felt as though the weight of the world had alighted quite abruptly on my shoulders, I found myself mustering up every bit of strength I had to be strong, not just for myself, but for others. I've since learned that sometimes being strong also means have the capability to completely fall apart...as much as I hate to admit that. But in relationships, yes with guys, I have tried to be honest, open, kind, fair, compassionate, and patient. Yet no matter what I do it seems I cannot manage to come out on top.
Let me run down a list. We'll start with the narcissistic ex-husband. Not my finest moment. He was followed up by a guy we'll call the finger-tip pimp. I stole that name from my buddy Chris Price. Anyway, said pimp was a real charmer in on-line chats and emails...oddly even sent me pictures of engagement rings and the like...only to find out he was dating about 5 girls at the same time. Cool huh? Next up was...oh yeah, the needy one who was incredibly kind and fun but tried too hard to be something he wasn't and tried even harder to make our relationship work when clearly it just wasn't going to pan out. Lesson from that one...if you're in a relationship with someone and you're not entirely certain of your feelings toward that someone you probably needs to bail out of that relationship on the fly. Quite simply, if you don't know, you know. Anyway, that guy was followed up by this fellow who charmed me with his wit and sarcasm only to turn out to be a legit drug dealer. Considering I don't want to end up like Penelope Cruz in Blow I obviously had to put the kibosh on that one real quick. Bummer though, he was super fun. Post drug dealer along came this very handsome fellow I met at a wedding. He was unassuming certainly, but incredibly fun. He had me at the suspenders he sported to the wedding too I might add. I suppose it may have seemed an unusual match...me with a more simplistic guy, but that's part of what I liked about him. He was the opposite of me. REALLY the opposite...like ended up hardly talking to me and certainly wasn't honest with me...and I'm guilty of being brutally honest. That has ended actually with the two of us as roommates in a place he hates in a part of the city that I love. He's miserable, and now I'm kind of mad at him whereas at one point I felt sorry for him. Now though, I think I've just been used for the last year. Not awesome. I've hung out with a few people since-one is kind of psycho and definitely controlling, the other is just plain fun. At this point, I don't even care what the fun guy's intentions are. Why? Because he's fun. And until Adrian Brody comes to sweep me off my feet, I think I'm settling for fun in any way, shape, or form.
Enough with the relationships where I have to be the strong one, the honest one, the level headed one. Enough. I want fun and whimsy and carefree. I want that seemingly easy life for a little while. I don't want to work quite so hard, just for a bit. I think it might be nice if for once someone took care of me.