Third time is a charm

Ghosting is this new thing where the person your talking to (or dating) just disappears because they are too chicken to say it's not working or they found a better option. It's a crap way to behave and thanks to technology it's a growing thing. I recently went on a couple dates with a guy. On our last date we went to Olive Garden. I'm pretty sure he thought we were going to a really classy place... so I think we're going to call this guy Never Ending Pasta. You'll never guess what he ordered. Anyway, Never Ending Pasta and I were supposed to go to the local hockey team game. They're in the playoffs and I got seats on the glass to have an amazing view of the game. The deal was I'd get the tickets and he'd get dinner before the game. I texted about midday, called in the early afternoon. No response. He ghosted me, never called or texted back. I went to the game, had a couple drinks (thought I was SUPER COOL drinking beer with a straw) with my amazi...

I've spent a lot of my life not knowing or understanding my worth. Recently this plunge back into the dating scene has caused me to focus on what I am truly worth and what I am and am not, willing to put up with. I'm worth more than the last two guys I married ever treated me like and it managed to get me into this mind frame that those relationships were the best I was going to get. Wrong. I'm a good person, I volunteer - I'm active in my son's life. I'm not going to settle for someone less than what I want. I'm not in a hurry to fall in love with anyone. Heck, I'm not entirely sure I even know what love is when it comes to loving someone other than family. However, I'm slowly learning to fall in love with myself. Physically i'm not where I want to be, however I am really interested in joining the new Kickboxing gym coming in local to me. (Anyone else want to join with me?!) I'm so very thankful for my close friends who have helped support...

2017 was a rough year for me. I found out H2 (husband #2) married someone else, while we were still married. We were under contract for too many houses to count, my apartment was packed and we were moving. I found out H2 was nothing but a narcissistic con artist who got off on taking advantage of me. H2 lied to me to the point where he told me he had cancer (seriously, who lies about that!). Everytime I came near to catching on to his scheme he would light fireworks in the opposite direction and completely divert my attention. At one point my dad very articulately pointed out that H2 and Donald Trump have A LOT in common and no, that's not a good thing. I've gone from a reality where I was so on edge I thought I was losing my mind (precisely where he wanted me) to somewhere in between where I finally feel like i'm back in control of myself without having to walk on pins and needles. I've also learned that a good therapist is worth their weight in gold. At first I w...