I am thankful….

of him for giving me the love of Quentin Tarantino movies…and showing me his directing styles and getting me excited about tarantino’s brilliance

to him because he got me back into records, and made me more appreciative of how simply awesome they are

to him showing me new music

to him because he opened my eyes(and tastebuds) to different foods

because he helped me open my eyes up to different people and to deal with them properly and with more tolerance

of him because he helped me realise it was ok to be sad when I’m sad…and that it wasnt my fault grandad died

that he was my first love… because even with all the terrible shit he did…he could only have been the person to do so… he was my yang to my ying… my own… my other half to every bad thing and every good thing I or he did.

that I am at this place now. Finally.

It hurt alot. ALOT. and I’m not going to forget what happened. like I said in my last post about ‘the thing’…. well anyway…I said to my friends last night about how stupid the Ant Hater is for thinking I could ever get over ‘the thing’… because of all the reasons I’ve mentioned up above and more that I havent said, How could I really get over him? He was my first true love. And I can never forget the memories…good or bad because theyre there for a reason…and its important to remember because they were special and or traumatic at the time, and they need to be remembered because how else am I meant to move on, live my life and learn from living through all of those experiences? hmm?

I would like to say this is going to be one of the last posts where I talk about him…but its just not that easy or possible to do so.

So as it rains down … on the tin roof…on my car outside… on the garage roof and fence next door… I’m happy because this is a step forward.

Moving on takes freaking guts. and this is what I’m doing…because I couldnt, cant and wont go back to all of that. Nope. I’m happy where I am…as long as the leak in my roof in my room doesnt start dripping down on me again. :)

Allie

oh. but I would just like to say that hes an idiot for not going with his mum to the tangi and for not spending any time with her while she was up. ffs. I would have gone with her. shes in pretty much every way possible (coz we were pretty much married in everything that happened and went on) my mother-in-law…and despite all our junk, she was a nice lady and liked me. and cared bout me in her way and we looked after her. so yeah. hes an idiot. its nice to see though that I’m no longer going to be looked at for being the one making him do that…. haha. so thats kinda funny. :)

some crap movies arent really crap.

I just finished watching sex and the city like i said on facebook…

to be honest…I really did want to see it, though I didnt think it was gonna be that good.

 

I was emotionally engaged throughout, held my breath at quite a few moments, was really happy for some of the characters when needed, and really pissed off and angry for them when it was called for!

In the last few minutes tho… jeez. brought stuff back. heaps.

Now this being a blog and all, of course I know its not going to be private..well duh, the whole world can find it if they so chose to do so, and if i wanted something private, i’d go back to writing in my journal at home however, i left my journal at home… and I’m not gonna go grab my laptop just so i can write in there…so…this is a disclaimer for all those idiotic people out there who go all, oh my god! your’re putting private stuff for the whole world to see in your blog. well. does that clear stuff up?

Anyways. watching those last few minutes made me cry…yeah yeah im a wuss. but, theres emotional baggage behind every single one tear dropped… So I was thinking..well at first…till i watched some more and thought my ideas through more clearly!… That I missed him. yes everyone…I thought I missed the thing.

But then I realised, it wasnt so much the missing HIM, so much as missing the good times, but maybe not even that… more so, just missing being loved by someone I loved.

And then. after that huge realization, and all these random little fantasises/horrors of him trying to come take me back, awkward moments him trying to see me at my house etc, I thought, no. No, well. maybe I could forgive him, though I could never ever forget,  (I think I’m finally realising what Tony meant…) because…in all honesty, I forgave “” him… for everything else, though i’m still hurt and upset and saddened  by everything he did before… surely, and im sure I would, forgive him again. because i loved him so much. but as I write…I know, it would never be the same, I could never trust him again, and never would i ever be able to look him in the face without wanting to hurl and punch him in the face…

still watching the movie, I realized another reason why it hurt so much.

I hate her. damn it I hate her so much. what she did. god. how freaking ridiculous!!! I loved him…so much. and yet… it didnt matter to either of them…i could never ever EVER forgive her. EVER.

and this is why people…they are called the thing, and the things… because they are dead to me…her especially. (as I said before, i could forgive him, but it would never be the same and it wouldnt ever be able to move on from everything thats happened)

Whats more. I’m better off without him, I’m happy, I have my family around me, I can do what I want…WHEN I want..and I am really loving my life right now. who the hell said I cant be happy. He surely never ever could. ffs. he said he enjoyed trying to make me happy….coz it was a CHALLENGE. jeez. why right then didnt i tell him kei te haere atu THING!

seriously.

well anyway. thats my rant for now. loving opo… the girls netball was freaking amazing. lil C’s b-day is on wed so going back for that…the kids were gorgeous finding cool stuff for her at the beach…and the possum babies? hmm. one is really ugly…the other two are dealable….just not sure whether they have diseases or not…

better go anyways…coz gotta get the kids ready tomorrow for school. xoxox night.