Please don’t see
just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies
Please see me
reaching out for someone I can’t see

Take my hand let’s see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand
I’ll be damned Cupid’s demanding back his arrow
So let’s get drunk on our tears and

God, tell us the reason
youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

Who are we?
Just a speck of dust within the galaxy?
Woe is me.
if we’re not careful turns into reality

Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow
Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer
Turn the page maybe we’ll find a brand new ending
Where we’re dancing in our tears and

God, tell us the reason
youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
Just the same

God, give us the reason
youth is wasted on the young
It’s hunting season
and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

I thought I saw you out there crying
I thought I heard you call my name
I thought I heard you out there crying
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?
But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?

I haven’t wrote in a while, but I may be loosing my chance.  For the last 2 months, I have had pins and needles in my left hand.  It may only be a relapse, it may be the start of something bigger.  I have been with out meds in over a year, haven’t seen my doctor in even longer.

I have an appointment set up for the end of this month, but I really don’t know what damage is really taking place.  It makes me really question my future and what exactly I am working to do and be.  Is my work with studies and future going to be all shot down by something out of my control.  For the first time in my life, I’m unsure about anything.  I don’t know where I’m headed and why.

All I do know is I can’t button my pants, have a hard time picking things up, and being left handed, it causes quite a pickle in my life.  I am being tortured by someone or something, and I am not really sure what I did.  Well, whatever or whomever it is, I submit.  I don’t want to do this anymore.

I do this to myself.  So, for the 3rd time in a couple years, I’ve let down my wall to let someone in.  This time, similar to the other 2, my timing couldn’t have been worse.  All three times, I’ve let someone in.  All three times, their hearts were with someone else.  Knowing this was the case with all 3, I pushed anyway.  Just like the previous others, I knew I would get hurt. 

Why do I do this to myself.  You know, there can possibly be someone who will fit.  Maybe not.  My clock is ticking.  I’m too old to spend the time looking.  I don’t know how many good quality years I have left.  I should just accept this path I have been given, prepare for the inevitable. 

‘Till the next time, back into my shell.  It will take something amazing I hope to get me back out. 

One of the hardest things you can do as a human, is to give good advise objectively without any benefit to your own feelings.  Let me site an example…

Let’s say you are madly in love with someone, yet she is in love with someone else.  When she comes to you as a friend, you have to curb all those feelings and try and explain why she is in a good situation with someone who appears wants to be a part of her life, and why she should explore the feeling she has with him.

It’s so hard, knowing and thinking that he probably is no where as good for her as I am in my belief.  That’s me wanting to believe that I’m am better and she should choose me!  That said, he is doing everything right, so he is doing good for her, and in that aspect, he is better for her because she likes him and is doing good in the words and choices he is making for THEM.  

Maybe this is the definition of what a good friend is.  Someone who can put aside all emotion and feeling, and truly give positive feedback and opinion on what you believe is right for that friend.  I’m such a small, insignificant part of her life right now, that it gives me at least that little joy to be able to give her something…anything…without any thought of how it may or may not effect me. 

It makes me feel…well…good and give me that little spec of significance.  “You always will be put first, no matter what, and regardless of how that opinion goes against what I want. 

Maybe this is what love really is.  It’s nice to be able to feel that way, and to give what I can, because her happiness becomes my happiness.  I’ll hang on to that and keep up with that idea as long as I humanly can or until she tell me to stop. 

Tuesday, October 12th, 2010.  I turned 31.  I awoke thinking this was going to be just another day.  I didn’t have a lot to celebrate about.  I drank my morning coffee, sat at my computer and did my normal morning routine (coffee, emails, etc).  There is a message waiting for me from “single9500” from a dating site I use.  She complimented my intelligence, my motivation, my general outlook on life and how I can continue to live life as positive as I do with everything wrong with me medically and such. 

So we trade emails back and forth.  I’m really interested, I want to learn more.  She ask me to grab a drink with me that Thursday.  I accept, and originally were going to meet at a park, but instead at last minute, she just gives in and has me meet her at her condo.  I txt her to come out, but realize I have to pee so lets me in to do so.  So I get out of my car, and before she leads me to where her bathroom is, we made eye contact, and I swear lightning struck my body.  The first look gave me immediate chills.

Undeniable connection. 

So she gives me an option.  We can just go for food and drinks like planned, or take a little “field trip” first.  I’m interested, I choose the field trip.  So we take a drive, and alone the drive she invites me into some painful parts of her past (sparing the details for her privacy).  Continuing our talk, we arrive at the bar.

She likes to talk, and I love to listen, and that’s what we did.  All the while I sat and listened, I became more and more amazed by her.  Although (for good reason) she was broken, she was perfectly broken.  Everything that broke her, make her the most wonderful woman I have met, possibly ever.  I hope she never changes what makes her “her”.  She was an amazing person who has endured a lot, and I was intrigued by the person who she had become.  I just sat and stared into her beautiful eyes and she pulled my heart closer and closer with every word.  Every once in a while, I would interrupt her sentence with a simple, “You’re pretty.”  Only thing is, the word pretty didn’t come close to doing her justice. 

As I’m writing this, picturing that day and those moments, I’m wiping the tears off my keyboard.  After a couple nights together, and more talking, with every moment, I realized I was closer to her, and felt stronger for her 10x more than the moment before.  There was so much more to learn, to share, to experience that I’m not sure I ever will get to.

We have a talk today, and after long thinking, she doesn’t think either of us are ready for the next level.  Kind of the opposite of what I was hoping for.  Part of me agrees in a way, but that doesn’t mean I have to lose all contact, or does it?  Every waking second the last two weeks, she has filled my mind with thoughts, trying to decide if she was right for me.  It’s just sad that the weekend I decide “yes, without a doubt”, she pulls the 180 and breaks it off. 

Fuck that hurt.

I can’t describe how she makes me feel.  I can’t stand being away from her for 3 minutes.  Maybe how we connected scared her, or maybe she is afraid of getting hurt again by somebody.  Why am I this hurt over someone who I barely know?  All I know is everything I did with her made me happy, and all of it felt like it was supposed to be happening.  The first night I stayed over, it felt like I had done it 1000 times, and I was comfortable being there.  It was a great feeling to be able to calm her the way I did just being there.  She did the same for me, and I loved it.

As a matter of fact, before I started writing this, I brought up a picture of her from the dating site.  Immediate tears.  I don’t want it to end like this.  Not because either of us did anything wrong, but a theory of “not now”.  I know what I felt, I know how she made me.  That’s not a theory feeling this much hurt.  There was something there, and I wanted it badly.  I miss her and I’ve only been away for 3 days since I last saw her.  I miss her soft kiss, that wonderful golden smile, her hypnotizing eyes.  I miss Leigh.

Maybe its not a finality.  Maybe when things settle, she will let me see her again, and maybe it will be right next time.  I hope so, because I can’t wait. 

Every once in a while, you meet a person who is broken, damaged, struck by the misfortune of others and God, over and over.  All this tears this person to shreds as she drowns in her own tears.  You look at this person and say, “Man sucks to be her.”

But…sometimes, as rare as only once in a lifetime, you meet a person with all this weight, who deep down you can see is one of the purest, kindhearted, beautiful beings in existence.  This person’s smile could melt the polar ice caps, eyes that have the power to burn right through to your soul and grab it in an instant.  Yet all of that is buried behind all of the pain and suffering.

What has she done to me?  How could she have pulled me so close without really trying?  What is it?  What do I do with her?  Is this how the universe works?  With every positive neutron, there is a negative and they pull together.  Yin and Yang. For every yes, there is a no.  There is pure chaos for each of us when we are apart, but brilliant calm when together.

Being the person I am, who by the way is the complete opposite, everything that is wrong with her just seems…right.  It all fits together.  All the past and damage and misfortune, comes together to form one of the most perfectly broken creatures to walk the earth.

Today starts the first week of robbis shared custody. It is her scheduled day. I had an mri at 330, and figured since I was getting out early I would go get the kids for her. She seemed very appreciative. Then tells me she is taking scott to drop his bike off at the shop. Then tells me she is getting a drink with him. 1 drink at a bar. At 7:30 pm I asked if she was home soon, and she had just ordered food.

There is more going on with her relationship with him than she is telling me. 9:58 right now and still not home. First day is hers, and she takes advantage.

She came home at 1am, on a monday night. When I asked if she spent the whole night at the bar or went to his house, she refused to answer me because she didn’t want to say anything that could be used against her. Well with her refusal to answer, that tells me she did.

Sunday, 4/11 I worked in the morning, then immediately after went bowling.  I got a text from Robbi at 615 asking if I was done yet, then another at 645 saying “thanks for letting me know”.  When I was finished at 7, I then looked at my phone, its usually on vibrate when I bowl to not disturb others.  I responded “Sorry, didnt get your txt till now, I’m on my way home.  I get home and she is not home.

I txt and ask where she is and she said at kroger shopping and wanted me to answer her so she didnt have to take the kids.  So I shower and lay down.  8:30, she storms through the door “MATT!!  Give these kids a bath!!”  wow, ok.  then I ask is everything OK?  “FINE” she says, then I say “what the heck did I do?”  Skylar then adds, “She has been like this all day.”  Its bad when Robbi’s anger is starting to be noticed by children.  Frankly there is no reason for her to be angry.

I have suggested to robbi to switch her meds, she is really unstable right now.  There isn’t a good conversation with her that doesn’t turn bad for no reason.

This morning I ask if she did laundry, and says “Yes but not yours”  I ask why, she responds with I havent done yours in a couple weeks, you are capable of doing your own.  This is getting ridiculous.

Robbi and I had a great productive talk, we both felt good about us and the situation. Then friday, the 9th, I txt to tell her how much I enjoyed the evening. After long nice txts back and forth, she kept asking why I would even want to be with her after all this. I said I loved her a lot and believe we would be able to work through it all. The I said but if she didn’t want to take care of me and my ms then that’s just coldhearted and maybe I don’t. She took it as me calling her a name and ignored me the rest of the day, then went out bowling with her ex boyfriend and all her old friends from high school. She didn’t come home until 2, which bowling centers obviously don’t stay open that long, but she went over one of the kids houses to continue the party and to smoke weed. She has a drinking problem when she goes out, she never knows when to stop. Also to drive home after all that doesn’t make me very happy.

Robbi told me today she signed her paperwork for the divorce.  Yes, OK, I’ll deal with it, it was coming.

This verbatim txt conversation was strange…

R-Do you mind if I go to the mall tonight?
M-I was just going to ask if I can stay late.  What do you need at the mall?
R-I ruined my good jeans and Char needs new earings she can’t pull out.
M-Well, is it something you can take the kids with you?
R-Ugh, nevermind
M-I’m sorry, I’m really busy and I don’t have Ryan’s help he is going to the accountant.
R-You know when we are divorced, and it is your day with the kids, it doesn’t matter if you are busy or not.
M-We aren’t divorced yet.  You told me the other day if I need to work late, you are OK with it.
R-I’m not OK with you never seeing your kids.  I don’t know why you want them half the time…you always have more important things to do.
M-Wait, working is not more important than going to the mall?  I’m sorry, I have big jobs that need to get done, this isn’t about kids.
R-Sure hope those big jobs turn into a car payment one day.
M-I have been busting my ass, working 7 days a week without a day off in over a month, and I did that for YOU and US and our FAMILY.  I now have to do this so I can live in the future and not live in a box.  I’m sorry your jeans can wait a day.
R-No matter I have different plans now, see ya.

Everything I do she takes as a reflection of my parenting.  She is trying to take the kids.  We’ll see how this develops.