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I met dolo amber here in the Lounge a year ago last August. A year ago last month I rented a U-haul and picked up dolo and her two wonderful daughters to come live with me here. About 7 or 8 months ago I slipped an engagement ring over her finger and knew I'd finally found true love.
On Wednesday she packed the kids and as much stuff as they could haul into the car and left. I haven't posted anything about it here, because it would be unfair to her. I don't think she's back online yet, and we didn't have the foresight to do what hedges and eyesroll did to smooth things over here in our common stomping ground before the separation. Anyway, I'll keep this post as brief as I can. It's been days since I've heard from dolo amber now, and I remain pretty much inconsolably heartbroken over their leaving, and the reasons for it (i.e., mostly my having done it wrong). If she called me right now, I'd sober up as quick as I could and jump in the car and go get my girls back. My advice to you is to not take the "safe" way out of this because people are telling you that you might get hurt. I dunno if dolo would have different advice for you or not. But I had to make the exact opposite kind of decision just over a year ago. Should I really invite my new girlfriend and her kids to come live with me? I'd never lived with anyone before other than college dorm-mates, and I hadn't had a romantic relationship since high school (well over a decade at that point). It was a momentous choice, but I made it. I would not trade the last year of my life for anything. As much shit as the world has rained down on me since Wednesday afternoon, as much as I've cried, as much as my liver hurts from the amount of beer I've consumed in a vain effort to keep from feeling the shit-drops the keep falling on my head, I would DEFINITELY make the same decision to bring my girls here. I would do most everything I've done since then differently, but there's no way I would allow myself to miss out on what really has been the best year of my life just out of fear of what might happen. I made the right choice then, no doubt in my mind. dolo made a different choice Wednesday, but that doesn't erase what we shared together.
You make your own decision, and once you've made it, whichever way, try like hell not to do it wrong. 'Cause it really, really sucks when you do.
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