If you are just now coming and checking out my blog, it is my version of an open diary. Only a single girl and her sometimes outrageous dating stories, yes no one could make this stuff up, and sometimes about just what is going on in my life. So my last post I started recapping the previous year. It was a tumultuous one,  and I write about these things to vent primarily. Somewhere in the inner workings on my brain, to maybe be of support for someone else who is going thru the same. Sometimes it is nice to find someone in your same jam. You may not know them, but it’s somewhat comforting.

So, the story continues my last post.

The Guy – So to fix this cliff hanger now that you know what happened with my parents. There was a period of a good three weeks that they had to stay with me. Therefore he couldn’t come over. He stopped responding to my text and phone calls. Mind you this guy had a key to my place. So I am not new to someone ghosting me, totally knew it was happening. About the end of September, he starts writing me out of the blue messages. No “hi” or “hey” not even “hello.” I am sorry, but I was going to fall for that breadcrumbing. Like you made a choice, I am not going to let you snake back into my life. He ended up dropping off my key and personal items at my leasing office, needless to say, I was super embarrassed. Thur this whole this it became genuine to me that he was just using me out of convenience, and when I had to take care of my family, that was his exit. Which intern left me feeling absolutely low. I spent many weeks after my parents left, crying my self to sleep. I am sure I could have called a friend, and looking back I should have. I was talking to an acquaintance about it the other day, and I started thinking that this attitude men have about dating in today’s world, must be having some kind of effect on our mental health. It is downright toxic. Now im not saying men are the only ones that do this, but in my experience, they have done it a lot.

But for now, I am really just taking care of self. Yep, that’s right no dating sites for me this year. That is a resolution I have made. They are just draining my spirit, and I have no place for it. I am joining my good friend in this yoga challenge, 40 days at a studio here in Houston called Big Power. So, in other words, I should look amazing by March! and better yet a more clear and fresh metal perspective. There are lots of goals this year, most of it is loving my self more and letting others fall at the waist side. Being healthy and happy basically.

XOXO

Ana

Part of my new year’s resolutions this year is to put me first. Part of that is going back to writing more. I know I was missing in action last year, but it was a hard one. As far as I can remember, I have never had such a difficult year. I started with the illusion that everything was going to work out. Well, needless to say, things did, but most of the time it felt like I was in a pit.

Three failed relationships. The only three boys I dated all year. The first did like they all do, sweet words and promises. Which of course were washed away by the ghost master. Yes after a month of dating he ghosted me. I suppose, lucky of me. The second was brief, but I was his lucky lady. I went out on a limb and went with him to The Golden Nugget for our first date. Yes, a bit crazy, but did I mention it was to see Willie Nelson! The weekend was great, lots of chemistry laughs and everything in-between. The staff was convinced we were married and were in complete shock when they would find out it was our first date. 48 hours later, we drove home. He fourteen thousand dollars richer, and I with a crush that went nowhere. Looking about I should have asked for a cut of his winnings. The third was the absolute worst. Why do you ask, this one stung the most. Unlikely match that seemed to have his shit together. Smart and slightly romantic. Fireworks flew, and he even ended up with a key to my place. Broke my own rules and let him meet my kid ( that will never happen again) and met my friends. But the truth came out and quickly. He was just using me.

My parents had planned retirement for a bit of time. They had purchased a condo in Armenia, Colombia a while back and it finally came time. Time for them to leave me and enjoy their life. Probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to endure. It felt like I was putting them in the ground. I have never cried for so long and so hard. Even my kiddo cried at the airport. My parents are much older than those my age, so the overwhelming fear of never seeing them again was all too real. I am just grateful that they lived with me for a couple of weeks, between when they turned in their apartment to their flight out. The holidays were super hard for everyone. My mother cried basically from Thanksgiving to New Years. We had never spent one apart. So this year we already have a plan they will come to visit the whole time. Sounds like a lot but it will be nice.

Needless to say, all of this stress and the emotional roller coaster has taken a massive toll on me. Since my last major doctor visit, I have nearly lost 20 pounds, and I am down to a slim third of my hair. I have had a condition called Alopecia Areata since I was pregnant with my son. But with a year full of downright shit, it has taken over. To think that I didn’t even get the Xfactor drama, this is clearly a lot even as I write it. Oh did I mention that I also switched jobs too! I am surprised I did not go insane! The only justification for that is my friends. If I didn’t have you, I would have nothing.

To be continued…

Xoxo

Ana

Since my dating life is in a bit of a dry spell, but really could care less – im too busy with work and being a parent. When I haven’t had that hat on, my social like has been slightly overbooked. Between special events and my new love for ClassPass,  I am exhausted. Today, I feel like writing a rant. Yes, driving to work this morning inspired this post. Mainly because I just kept asking my self WHY the whole trip from my apartment to my office. Pretty much questioning the existence of WHY people do the things they do.

If you leave during rush hour, at 630 or so in the morning, you would think it was because you had to be somewhere. WHY do some people drive like they are picking their ass? Valid question I ask myself. At the time of the morning, I am attempting to get from A to B in the fastest, safest way possible. Yet some of my fellow commuters act like they are on vacation, this is a daily irritant. The other annoyance, when you’re trying to change lines and the douche bag won’t let you over. You know what I mean, they speed up – they slow down and quickly speed up again. So just to clarify, I will honk at you if you do this and you are not letting me over, don’t act like you don’t see my blinker. More than likely im just trying to get off the freeway or I don’t know to get to my exchange lane.

WHY!?!?!?!

Why do people not know how to merge?? Why do they act like they don’t know where they are going?? Again this is morning rush hour, it is like telling me its the afternoon traffic, and you don’t know how to get home. This I may be able to understand if you spent to much time at happy hour. Really other than that, you don’t have an excuse. I know im ranting, but you knew what you were getting into, besides I know you agree. I am sure if you were to poll 1 million Americans, we could quickly come up with a rush hour annoyance list.

1. not knowing how to merge
2. causing traffic delays – you’re not looking at the road
3. you apparently don’t know where you are going, here’s a hint: work
4.  and so on and on…..

Well, I hope you had a laugh, I know I did. Thanks for reading my soapbox.

XOXO

Ana