Be in a meaningful relationship

Perhaps another time would be more suited for writing about this. Not now.

There’s a time for everything…. I hope.

I have two very meaningful relationships. One with my mom and one with my husband. I think that relationships need to be defined as more than just lovers (though it’s a big part of some…).

The one thing that defines these relationships is that I love the relationship itself. I feel the relationship help me to grow. I love these two people, but I find myself working for two things: to make the individual happy and to strengthen the bond we share. Realizing that these aren’t the same goals was the moment I realized I had healthy relationships with these two people.

I just broke up with the guy who I thought was “the one”. I left my husband to be with him – I was head over heels. He said all the right things, swept me off my feet, made me want to bear his children…then it all turned out to be shallow and worthless promises.

Meanwhile, I left the most meaningful 7 year relationship I’ve ever had. I was married. Thought he was “the one”, but after 7 years, he had turned curmugeounly and bitter and I happened to enable that.

Heart = broken. X2.

And I can’t wait to do it again, because this time I will appreciate what I have and also know to look critically and take my time with the new “meaningful relationship”

I’m single. I appreciate my status being single. I honestly hate the games and drama of dating that takes place in and around my place of residence. I’m content working on career goals and being independant.

But, I’ve never really been in a real relationship before, and as much as I can live up the independant sarcastic-single, I do admit that it would be nice. But I’m not just interested in going out and getting a boyfriend just for the sake of having one. That being said, this may take awhile. Until then, I guess I’ll keep going the way I am, and hope for something, unexpected.

I don’t need a relationship right now. I’ll probably re-open this later. =]

Very heartbreaking, but much my own fault. I long for someone who understands me and truly cares for me. No more hasty randevouz, no more late night calls, no more “You’re an awesome girl, but seriously you’re not my type.” I’m done feeling like a puppet in the man’s eyes I long to be with. I have cut the strings, I have cut the strand to life of which he used to manipulate. Maybe he truly does care, but has an strange way of showing me this… “You’re an awesome guy, but seriously you’re not my type.”