Tamara and I made up Friday evening. Later on that night, we drove 191 miles to see her estranged husband at Fort Sill. Tamara was texting him from my phone. He thought I was alone and that I was going to have sex with him. It was the only way she could see him because he refused to see her. It was an awkward meeting. I resented being put in that position, but she is a friend and she wants to try to work things out with Kevin so I went through with it.
They ended up having sex and he said he would think about working things out with her. Tamara and I hung out the next day for a little while after we got home. He hasn’t taken her calls or texts since then. She’s pissed off because she thinks he was just using her as a piece of ass. This time, I’m trying to keep them from dragging me into it. I got my own drama.
Anyways, we hung out yesterday and tonight too (I know it’s very early morning, but I haven’t been to bed yet, so it’s still my night.) Dan and three of his friends also stopped by my house. We had a good time.
We used my Ouija board, and then we partied a bit. It was good to be social. Dan is such a sweetheart and he’s so funny… I wish he was older. He’s only 19… I’m 10 years older than him. However, we’re still orbiting and gravitating toward each other. It’s just really hard for me to get over the age difference, even though he is more mature than a lot of men my age.
Dan, Mikey, and Patrick are the only people I’ve spent time with besides family in several weeks; since around the time things went south with Mike, Tamara and me. After she and I made up, I started feeling better. I didn’t realize how much I missed her.
I’m glad Tamara is back in my life. I needed a friend to confide in. The friendship I share with Dan, Tamara, and Mikey are the only good things that came out of my employment with greedy ass Directv.
On this day..
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I’m a thirty-something bipolar woman, an advanced tech agent with a pay tv provider, tax preparer for a local charity, current Tulsa inhabitant, and I’m one credit shy of an Associate Degree in Liberal Arts. I’m working on recovery from self-injury and working toward stabilizing my bipolar symptoms. Recovery is very important to me. I’ve been mostly single the past few years and plagued by a seemingly never-ending series of jackasses, assholes, and married men. I have no children of my own, but I have lots of nieces and nephews I love to spoil.