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Really??? Really!

My Teddy Bear is getting under my skin. That's the only way I can describe what's happening right now. He's an adorable man who makes me laugh. I don't remember the last time I felt so good while being with someone.

So why do I keep thinking about New Boo?

It's crazy. When TMFKATO and I broke up, I was hurt, but I didn't really put a lot of energy into thinking about what I'd lost. I didn't have time because New Boo was all-consuming AND he was super jealous. Even when my ex died, New Boo made me feel like it was crazy to mourn him. So I didn't. I let him steer my thoughts. I let him steer my life. I let him run everything around me. I became what he SAID he wanted.

Except I wasn't what he wanted. No matter how good, how faithful, how honest I was, I was NEVER going to be what he wanted. And believe me, I tried. I couldn't be what he wanted because he didn't know what he wanted. He was and is a miserable individual who doesn't want to grow up and face his responsibilities. And I trusted him with my heart. When he broke it, I didn't know if I'd ever be whole again.

Now MTB is in the picture, and it is his goal to be more than just a passing fancy with me. When he told me that this was a marathon, he really meant it. We talk, we laugh, we play Scrabble (something new for me), and we relate to each other honestly. I think I love him, but I want to be sure before I trust him with my everything.

And he gets it. He knows about NB and what I went through.  He's probably watching me to see if I'm cool with everything. He doesn't want to get hurt, either, but I can tell he's falling for me.

It's a good thing...

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JB said…
You deserve a good man who loves you.
February 29, 2016 at 10:14:00 PM EST
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