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So...I just took my sorrows out on about three shots of vodka and sliced oranges...I guess it feels less painful. Anyway, so if you all haven't check out my blog - I am moving from San Diego, back up to Los Angeles, cause my mom was fired from her job.
I take care of my mom, she has MS and Diabetes, and I know having me around the house, is a great help to her, even though she can manage on her own.
Anyway, so when I first moved down to SD, about two months later around the Holidays, a set of brothers moved in a few houses down the street from me. And one of them washing his car one day, and my puppy was out and he went over into their yard.
The oldest brother Jake, knelt down and started playing with my 10 week old, Golden Lab. So, I got to know Jake pretty well, over the next few weeks. I found out, he was a sophmore at Stanford, Biology major, but his mother had died about two months prior. So he dropped out of Stanford and took custody of his younger brother Josh, who is still in high school, and moved into a house.
Their mother, left them everything, including, a good amount of money, enough to afford a house. I find out that the father was killed a long time, ago, and mom died from battling cancer for six years.
So during the Holidays, my mom started acting like a mom to them. Inviting them over for dinner and Christmas Eve and what not. Jake and I started hanging out. I got to know his little brother Josh, who most of the time was a sweet kid, but really shy.
So two months ago, Jake came out to me, and asked me out on a date. This caught me off guard, cause he called me over asking for help moving some stuff in his house. We go on a date, and things are going good.
We end up seriously dating for about a month, and then after we came out to his younger brother, I got the rights to call him my Boyfriend. Everything was going great. So for the past three and half weeks, I've had an amazing boyfriend, a great job, good friends, good school - life was amazing (punt the sn)!.
Until, my mom is fired from her CEO position at a Boys & Girls club. So...my mom and I are packing up, and leaving town. Their is nothing left for her down here, two years, she turned that club right side up...and did so many things.
The hardest part, was letting Jake go. I went over to his house earlier this evening and broke the news to him. I told him that I wouldn't do a long distance relationship, cause I did it once, and it killed me. I told him I would call him once my mom and I got settled back up in LA and I would miss him greatly.
He said nothing, but when I was done talking (after like 10 mins), he got up from the couch, walked over to the door and opened it. He said nothing, I walked by him, and I could tell he was mad. His teeth were pressing against each other, and making his cheek bones come out. I kissed him on the cheek and said "Goodbye" and as I walked out, he slams the door so hard, I could feel the vibration in the ground.
I walked home, felt like shit. I mean, did I do anything wrong? I don't think I did. But he was my first bf since the death of my fiancee nearly 3 years ago. I know he was hurting, but it hurt me more.
I think I need another shot of Vodka.....
I take care of my mom, she has MS and Diabetes, and I know having me around the house, is a great help to her, even though she can manage on her own.
Anyway, so when I first moved down to SD, about two months later around the Holidays, a set of brothers moved in a few houses down the street from me. And one of them washing his car one day, and my puppy was out and he went over into their yard.
The oldest brother Jake, knelt down and started playing with my 10 week old, Golden Lab. So, I got to know Jake pretty well, over the next few weeks. I found out, he was a sophmore at Stanford, Biology major, but his mother had died about two months prior. So he dropped out of Stanford and took custody of his younger brother Josh, who is still in high school, and moved into a house.
Their mother, left them everything, including, a good amount of money, enough to afford a house. I find out that the father was killed a long time, ago, and mom died from battling cancer for six years.
So during the Holidays, my mom started acting like a mom to them. Inviting them over for dinner and Christmas Eve and what not. Jake and I started hanging out. I got to know his little brother Josh, who most of the time was a sweet kid, but really shy.
So two months ago, Jake came out to me, and asked me out on a date. This caught me off guard, cause he called me over asking for help moving some stuff in his house. We go on a date, and things are going good.
We end up seriously dating for about a month, and then after we came out to his younger brother, I got the rights to call him my Boyfriend. Everything was going great. So for the past three and half weeks, I've had an amazing boyfriend, a great job, good friends, good school - life was amazing (punt the sn)!.
Until, my mom is fired from her CEO position at a Boys & Girls club. So...my mom and I are packing up, and leaving town. Their is nothing left for her down here, two years, she turned that club right side up...and did so many things.
The hardest part, was letting Jake go. I went over to his house earlier this evening and broke the news to him. I told him that I wouldn't do a long distance relationship, cause I did it once, and it killed me. I told him I would call him once my mom and I got settled back up in LA and I would miss him greatly.
He said nothing, but when I was done talking (after like 10 mins), he got up from the couch, walked over to the door and opened it. He said nothing, I walked by him, and I could tell he was mad. His teeth were pressing against each other, and making his cheek bones come out. I kissed him on the cheek and said "Goodbye" and as I walked out, he slams the door so hard, I could feel the vibration in the ground.
I walked home, felt like shit. I mean, did I do anything wrong? I don't think I did. But he was my first bf since the death of my fiancee nearly 3 years ago. I know he was hurting, but it hurt me more.
I think I need another shot of Vodka.....

















