I know my twitter has been kind of cryptic. I’m sure it’s a great big WTF??? to everyone. So let me sum up.
Last weekend I had my first real date since leaving Chet. The date itself was meh. It left me feeling like maybe I’d made the wrong choice and oh fuck? Was it too late to get Chet back???? Yeah well after I regained my senses and pulled my head out of my ass, I went to bed. I woke up the next morning and called my mom. We had a good conversation and then I told her
“Mom, I could wake up tomorrow, meet the man of my dreams, and be married in 6 months.” She said “stranger things have happened.”
5 hours later, I met Larry…
EDIT: and then I deleted this rest of this post because he turned out to be a rebound and a douchebag and no one needs to read about that. I also deleted everything that went along with him. It was way too fast, way too sudden, and I was way too vulnerable. I fell for a lie because it was easy and it was the exact opposite of my entire relationship with Chet. But who hasn’t done this at some point? Oh well… it ended and I deleted his existance from my life. The end.