fatesfolly | (no subject)

So spring has sprung.

I spent eight days in Orlando and came home late Friday night. I’m still under the microscope at work so I knew that I had to be on my game so the week before I went for an infusion of B12 and something called NAD. It was all supposed to help with energy and alertness and memory. Blah blah blah. I think it worked a little bit, but it was not worth the price. The meetings went well and as has become the case, I come home exhausted.

I went to Greenville on Saturday and celebrated Easter and a delayed birthday with Amanda and Mandy. Yesterday I spent most of the morning at church. We have two services on Easter Sunday. The 9 o’clock was shoulder to shoulder and we had to add chairs in the aisle. The 11 o’clock was full, but not quite as full the 9 o’clock. I came home and sat in the backyard for a bit with Jane and Sandy, and then stayed up too late last night finishing off the show The Pitt on Max.

I took today off as part of the comp time from the extra hours I worked last week. Jane had given me to camellia bushes for my birthday, and I needed to get them into the ground. I started with breakfast and then went to Lowe’s to get some topsoil. It was back breaking work, removing the old monkey grass that was not thriving and then planting the cammelias. I didn’t want the old monkey grass so after trying to get as much dirt knocked off from around the roots, I threw the clumps into the trashcan. Earlier in the weekend I had thrown away some expired diet colas so the trashcan was very heavy. When I went to roll it back into place, a tripped, and with enough momentum, I ended up headfirst into the trashcan and face first into the clumps of grass and dirt. Dirt was everywhere. I bent my glasses and cut my face where the glasses pressed into my cheekbone. I twisted my ankle, and I scuffed my knees and the palms of my hands. I had planned to get cleaned up from the outside work and do some inside cleaning, but instead, I showered, took some Aleve and laid on the couch all afternoon.

It’s really bothered me about the guy cheating on me last summer. I don’t know why. I’ve been a cheater myself and didn’t really examine it too much with John. I never cheated and I thought my cheating days were behind me but again it’s been really on my mind. Period.

So I was at dinner in Orlando last Saturday night halfway through my second glass of wine and I was thinking about the guy who cheated on me last summer and wondering for the thousandth time, “why.”

So I texted him “why did you cheat on me?”

I didn’t hear anything until Monday morning when I got a text that says something like “I don’t know what you’re talking about. This is Hank‘s mother; we traded phones.” She and I texted briefly and she suggested I email him so I did.

Long story short, we’re meeting for dinner tomorrow night. I don’t want to get back with him, but curiosity is killing me about why and I want to hear his story and either be entertained by it or get thoroughly pissed off. A friend I confided in about it thinks it’s a bad idea to meet. I believe I’m going in with my eyes wide open, my heart closed and a defined deadline of an end to the date because I have to pick up the friend at 9 o’clock.

So we’ll see.