First of all ... I would like to, Sincerely,
THANK, each, and every one, who has replied, commented, and/or sent me a PM! It's YOU Guys who make JUB Awesome!!
Your thoughts have given me some new perspectives. ALL of You have been a tremendous help!
In a way, I started this thread so I could come back, re-read what I posted, and pretending it to be from someone else, try to see how I might respond to it. Shortly after I posted it, I also went to bed to sleep until I woke up. Sometimes my thought patterns sort themselves out while dreaming. And, after what became a 12hr. "Nap", and with Your input, things aren't quite as dire now as they sounded from a slightly drunk, somewhat morose, Chaz, at 2am!
I usually don't bring my own problems Here, though YOU have proven, once again, that it's a great place to do that! So ... what really set this off?
I went down to Chicago Friday night to stay over at a (recently divorced) college buddy's new apartment. Saturday morning, we joined the rest of our "Ol' College Crew", and their wives, (minus his X, of course), for an Architectural Tour on a River Cruise. After that, we all went back to his apartment for lunch and "chatter".
We were all having a great time, on a beautiful day, 300ft. above N. Rush Street, overlooking Lake Michigan. Then the phone rang ... it was for me!
It was Kev. He had gone to "The Club" Friday night where someone had smashed out a window on his truck. He didn't think anything was missing, until he got a few calls from some of his family members. Someone was sending obsene text messages from his cell phone! Now he wanted to know which number he should call to report it stolen, and get it turned off. I told him where to find our last phone bill, and to call the customer service number. No big deal.
But, as I was driving home, later that afternoon, it started to bug me! It had been years, and years, and years, since I'd gotten one of his "help me" calls, about solving a "dicey" situation he'd managed to get himself into. It was a very, very, old pattern, come back to life, from a distant, former, time.
When I got home, I went straight up to my room, unpacked, and laid down for a Nap. (Well, I really was tired. Had been up a bit late the night before.) And, I was not in a good mood to talk. Kev didn't even know I was home, until a few hours later. And, when I finally got up again, purposefully waiting until Kev, and his brother Michael, had left to go out for dinner, I came straight down to the basement, and started to type. I still wasn't ready to talk!
Typing it all out, and hearing Your thoughts, has helped, more than I can say! "The Drain" is now further away than it seemed before! We're going to make it through this, too!
Some random comments from me:
It's not my weight that is a problem, it's the shape my weight is in! When I met Kev I was 130-135lb. (I'm only, barely, 5'6".) Now it hovers between 155-160, not all that bad for being 25yr. older, with a slower metabolism! My problem is my sedantary job, coupled with my sedantary life style, which has caused my navel to move further away from my spine!

I serioiusly need to MOVE more! But, knowing that, and doing it, are two different things!
I actually looked back at my credit card statements, and discovered that my Brandy consumption averages out to a fifth, every 10 to 12 days. I haven't bothered to calculate how many ounces a day that works out to. But, I'm quite aware it is, no doubt, more "dead" calories than I need!
Do I feel as though I "deserve" Kev? Well, when I got that call, I was thinking I don't "deserve" this!

But, that isn't what was meant, was it?

I do think that we both "deserve" each other. Our relationship has not been a "smothering" "tight" one. We hold each other rather loosely, gently. We're more like best friends sharing a house than we are a "couple" Couple (if you know what I mean). We've never felt as though we Own each other! And now it's been 25yr. since we first became "roommates"! And, for the most part, until recently, it's been a voluntary, mutually exclusive, "good friends with benefits" type of thing.
Putting everyone else first before Me. Well ... it was the way I was raised. And, so far, seems to have worked out quite well most of the time. But, yes, I know, there are times I should speak up! And, sometimes I do! Just not all that often. It's not "Me".
Would I really smash up my car, on purpose? Well ... no! That was a bit dramatic, heh? But, it was a thought. Though, more likely a bit of Brandy speaking!
I think we're going to get through this, Guys! I can't say how much I appreciate your reading through this, and letting me know what you think! It's also been a huge help to have somewhere to get this all out!
THANK YOU! my fellow JUBbers!!!


Keep smilin'!!


Chaz
