So thats my 28th Birthday over and done with, what a nightmare and now at least i do not have to go through that ordeal for another 363 days.
The birthday celebrations involved lots of eating out, yummy, a meal with Mr A and a long walk in the park. it would have been almost romantic if it wasnt for the fact that he has made it very clear that he only sees me as a friend and nothing more. The following evening my female friends took me out for dinner, the meal was great, then the night got worse.
I have not been drinking since the therapist told me that I have alcohol dependancy issues and sexual dependancy issues. So the idea of spending the night clubbing, and not being able to touch the two things that i love the most, was not high on my list. But they all wanted to and i just got dragged along for the ride. And then the arguements started.
Arguement 1) Began about cigarettes, because one of the "girls" didnt want another one to smoke her fags!!!
Arguement 2) Was about my friendship with MR A, who as i have said before is my friends ex, but i have known him long before they got together. It is obvious that my friends think that i am lying to them about what is going on between us, and that hurts. All night i could hear them talking about it when they thought that i wasnt listening. Whispering like children to one another. I stayed out of it, as is only best. But it hurts when your friends, people who have been your friends for most of your lifetime, do not belive you. They only have to ask me and I will tell them the truth.
there is nothing going on, yes occasionaly we get a little drunk and kiss or something else, but he does not feel anything more than friendship, he told me so. I think that sometimes i wish that there could be more between us, but it would be forced purely because we get on so well and it would be convienient, i think that i love him, but its not enough. i am not in love with him.
He his out tonight on a stag do, he text me to tell me. And it does cross my mind that he might pull and meet someone else. And then i will become that person again. the one who always ends up getting hurt.
My therapist says that I may have confidence when it comes to doing things, like public speaking and work but i have very little confidence in myself.
I am overweight, i dont think that i am very pretty, i know that i am a fairly nice person, other wise i wouldnt have friends. i am intelligent but not everyone appreciates that. Its like the fact that I like to read, and i write novels, and i paint. I smoke too much, and I drink about 15 cups of tea a day. I know that I have these things that I enjoy, like reading the paper with tea, a cigarette and toast on a saturday morning, going for walks in the park, visiting art gallerys and museums. So why is it so hard for me to actually be able to find someone who likes the lifestyle that i aspire to, and wants the same things out of life as i do?
I am 28 now, and it feels as if time is running away with me and every so often I stop and look around and see that i have not actually done anything new in the last however long.
I like the word Stagnating, as i think that it perfectly sums up my life 90% of the time.
