Drank a cup o' reality at 11:35 a.m. on Monday, Jul. 19, 2004
There is a slight problem with allowing my personal "real life" friends to read this site. I value my friend's opinions and insight especially as those few who read this site have known me well and for no less than 5 years (and one almost 15). But, sometimes I want to write about things that I don't want them to discuss, judge or analyze; I just need to process, to write.
Yesterday around 2:00 I received the following e-mail from Mr. Math.:
I'm going to make this short.
I'm home.
Please do not reply.
Please do not speak of the weekend to anyone.
Someday I may be able to explain my huge issues.
I apologize.
I'll talk to you some time in the fall.
I'm sorry
I will respect his requests because I understand them and the spirit in which this e-mail was sent; he is hurting. But, I feel compelled to say something if only to myself:
I too will make this short.
I will not reply beyond this, however it is unfair to cut me off.
I am sorry that you are hurting.
I am sorry that you are confused.
I am sorry for any role that I may have played in that.
I am sorry that I cannot help you.
About the weekend, I meant waht I said in the first place and in the truck: I have absloutely no regrets, I never will. You were wonderful and did not disappoint me at all. In fact you only made me wonder about how much more amazing it could be some other time. I want you to know how much I enjoyed and enjoy being with you; it is perfect. You are beautiful, kind, thoughtful, amazing, excellent and excatly what I want; I'm lucky to have been with you. Thank-you.
Do know that I am grateful for your presence in my life, whatever form that takes.
More than anything, ever, I want you to be happy.
I love you.
I'll pretend that I sent him that note and leave it until the fall. At which point I'll be 2 hours away and we'll see.
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Miss Spunky is:
a 25 year old English teacher currently on an extended adventure in Minnesota, searching for a good man with a big... truck!
I love:
My students, excessive amounts of coffee, Baja Fresh and a good hockey game.
I dislike:
Ignorance, mosquitoes, and people who write in IM and/or grammar so poor that it is clear that they are lazy. IM is LAZY, LAZY do you hear me???