Chest Pains and Getting Back in the Game
Oh Lordy. I’m back to blogging continuously again. I think this is my second post today. I’d like to keep this blog forever... I really wish i could amalgamate all my blogs into one, special place (here) and kinda have it like a shroud to myself.
I really should give myself more credit in life. I just got off the phone with the German, after 4 years of disconnect. Well, 3 and a bit. Wow, Blondie has been in a relationship with the Russian for close to 3 years... All from Kijiji, ya know?
Anyway. We spoke for about 22 minutes. It was mostly me talking. It was sad having the conversation. Much of his life had stayed the same I guess: unhappy marriage, still cheating on his wife, casual encounters and a sucky - but high paying - job. I could hear the sadness in his voice. He’s one of the FEW people who truly and genuinely cares about me as a WHOLE. PERSON. And that’s why he’s so sweet, and such a rememberable person in my life. Blondie was like that too. He cares for every part of me... except money lol. When he talks about money and business with me, it’s the coldest, fucking thing. Not like he doesn’t want to help me, but more so that he wants me to go through it first, then he’ll help out. I know that he’s like that because that’s how his business accumen was gathered together, but I guess the German is more forgiving because he’s NOT an entrepreneur.
I was saddened by his voice, I’m not going to lie. I expected to hear about how he had left his wife, moved to Montreal and was living the life. But he hadn’t. It was more of the same... How sad.
