Someone throw me a line!

Wow I thought I hit rock bottom when I had to move back in with my mom in October.  Boy was I wrong.  

I left my parents house when I was 17 years old and came back only for a 4 month 'visit' when I had  my first son.  We only stayed here while the condo we we're going to rent was being repaired and painted.  I am shocked at how dysfunctional a family I came from.   My mom and oldest sister have a  venomously symbiotic relationship.  They are both control freaks each one thinking she's in control of the other but terrified of losing the other at the same time.  They are also hoarders.  Which makes it very difficult for my kids and I .  We are allowed two rooms, but their stuff is still packing the rooms to the brim.  We live out of storage bins and laundry baskets.  Which isn't an issue really since it's temporary.

I can't understand my sister. she is constantly threatening to call the sheriff to have me physically removed for not submitting to her every psychotic whim.  To the point where I told her to stop threatening me and call.  She did, they came told her she could be fined for calling them out for frivolously idiotic things as throwing us out, since it's not her house in the first place, and we have the owner's (my mother) permission to stay here.

I feel really bad for my oldest son.  He's trying to go to college and looking for work and has to come home to having his room being 'tossed' like some prison and the warden has it in for him.  She keeps telling us we have no rights here because it's 'her house'.   She says she can do anything she wants in 'her house'.  I am grateful my mother finally set the record straight and reminded my sister that she doesn't pay rent or contribute to the bills or groceries.  

I have to get myself and my kids outta here...  Okay, that's it.  Pity Party over...  Thanks for playing.

Gotta get the picker sent out for maintenance??

It is so amazing how off I am when it comes to picking men. I used to have a rule about not dating anyone unless they were at least 5 years older than me. In June 2009 I met and fell hard for the Latino with the luscious lips. He was/is 38, 5 years younger. Can you say C-O-U-G-A-R? We were passionate about everything. You literally could not wipe, smack or beat the smile off my face to save your life. I was so blissfully happy I had finally let go and let someone into my life and heart. I hadn't let anyone get remotely close to me emotionally since Javi's dad. Now on retrospect, it seems odd that everyone who knows me had told me that the Latino with the luscious lips looked like a chunky version of Javi's dad. Same smile, same face, same cocky attitude. Well they both did have one thing in common. I loved them and we had incredible sexual chemistry.

Turns out Lips was separated, not two weeks before we met, and still married with no divorce in sight. In fact, his excuse when he broke up with me was he was going to fight to get his wife and family back, so he could no longer see me. WOW!!! Ouch! I was still in love with him and boy did that hurt! Yes it left a mark. He still stalks me to this day. Weird!

Shortly after Lips pulverized my heart, I met a nice young man. We went on our first date the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. We met for dinner at 8pm and said our good-byes at 5am Wednesday morning in the restaurant parking lot. We had talked all night. Gotta love a man who can carry on a conversation. This boy can talk.

Second date I invited him to see a movie Wednesday evening. "The Blind Side" We watched the 10pm show and stayed up til 5am again. We went to Starbucks for coffee afterward and sat and talked some more. We even met a woman and her daughter and talked with them for a good couple hours as well. We finally left and went to have some breakfast. Oh my! He had me rolling! He made me laugh so much. I kept telling him 'I must be delirious, because you can't be that funny.' He assured me he was. I don't even know what we talk about, but it's captivating. We kept telling each other we should leave but never did until after dark, close to 7.

I was excited. He wasn't really my type, but he intrigued me. Two all night dates and not so much as a peck? What's wrong with him? (I know, not 'what's wrong with me?'...) Then a third date. He invites me to see Planet 51. I drove the hour plus drive out to meet him at his work to see the movie. It was cute. We again stayed up til the sun came up. Still not even hand holding! Finally when it was most definitely time to leave, he did it. Yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, my pet peeve. The question... "Can I kiss you?" What is that? I prefer a confident man in control and take charge kind of guy. But, he is! In fact he's a little cocky. I like cocky. He is definitely a take charge, pull you by the hair and drag you back to the cave kind of guy. Cocky! I like that, behind closed doors... The kiss was wonderful, although not many that followed have been quite as delicious. I once told my X husband that I would cheat just to make out with someone who knows how to kiss well. hmmm.

Well we're still dating, I think. I have been busy with tax season and all. We haven't seen each other in 2 weeks. this weekend I have free time, but it seems like he doesn't. We went on a road trip to Texas to visit his parents for the New Year. They are so very sweet. I fell in love with his parents and his niece. Really great people. Well on this road trip he got a speeding ticket and this weekend he has to do the traffic school, so so much for a relaxing weekend with him. He's got too much going on this weekend. I'll be bored. or not...