Double The Commitment = Independence? Moving On?

Things are definitely having an interesting hue. Everything has turned so complicated. the relationship I was in is over. Who am I kidding? Even though he broke up with me the day after my birthday the relationship continues in a new fucked-up way.  I'm the one dealing with his bullshit all over again with the given benefit of being called nothing but the "EX" . On the bright side
I'm actually much more relaxed,  I'm not worried about who he is cheating on me with,  or if he is lying to me.  It really doesn't matter that much anymore. The issue that I now have is the fact that he likes the fact that I am dependable and always there when he needs me; so he is jealous of me and that  doesn't allow me to move on.  I still come home and stare at the curtains in my room's window hoping that I see light,  meaning that he is home for me.  Unfortunately the truth is that he is here because of him.  His mental stability,  his financial security,  his own laziness and his own selfish ways.  There is no honest concern about  me... The one who provides.  I'm just  Santa bringing all these things.  At this point I hope that my second job keeps me so busy that I would be so absent from everything that everyone would have to finally stop waiting for me to do everything for them...  I can only hope. 

Why?

What am I doing here? Being kicked around, ignored, and mishandled.  What have I done again?

These are the questions that I keep getting no answer in the whole time that my relationship has been going on. Unfortunately the actual answer seems to just be right in front of me all this time. I should be strong and see the reality of this relationship

Signs from God

So when the darkest hour happens I'm never alone. . .

There I am, again the solitude creeps in my bones like the cold does so efficiently.  The only one physically there with me is my ever-loyal dog. Always there for me, never-quivering-loyalty. All the plotting of betrayal clouds my mind like a volcano waiting to erupt. I walk the streets in the middle of the night just talking to myself seeing what is it that I can do? Do I even want to do something about it...Can I even do something about it?

So you are going to betray me tomorrow and the only thing I can do is hope that you don't. I look up to the sky and the first thing that I see is a bright light falling. A star has fallen from the sky, no, a ray of hope has appeared before me.  Definitely hope that there is the possibility of still love lingering within. as I stay there thinking about this the direction in which this star fell there is a rolled piece of paper. Two bills $20 dollars each. Forty dollars? From the sky? This is definitely no coincidence. God is speaking to me. Money won't be the problem, but more importantly the hope that the betrayal will not occur is been sown.

I get home and stay in the porch, sitting there listening to the old music I used to listen, when I was happy. Reminiscing on my old happiness rather than my loneliness. My best friend at my side protecting me from everything, we both sit in the cold. My dog and I; hoping for a better tomorrow.

The Lark Ascending.

The Struggle Goes On

    Just when you think that everything is fine and you can look forward in life. . . Shit happens.
It has been a long year with definitely life changing events and the only thing that really keeps me going is "I don't know." Such is the realization of the cruel reality that I see that in many many ways is easier to comprehend a science fiction novel. It amazes me the amount of turmoil a human being can withstand as well as the amount of cruelty another one can inflict. Sure no one's life is particularly easy, and I shouldn't be bragging but you know what? This is my fucking diary so yea this is my own "private" way of complaining to help myself feel a little bit more human, a little bit more "normal" and definitely in order to keep an open heart and not drown into bitterness. In a way, a cathartic way of releasing poison that is injected to me on the daily.  Who in their right minds actually loves to get rejected by everything and everyone first thing in the morning to the end of the night. I many times feel, experience and am exactly that. When you feel that PUSH, it used to make my blood boil, now it just makes my heart cry and break a little more each time. All in all I'm beginning to become so broken I'm beginning to take any shape, no wall not anything just pieces so small I become grains of sand in the soon to be broken hourglass.

What is fairness anyway?

It has been a couple of hectic months in my life,  busy  with work and most definitely with my life.  A lot of holidays and new years arrived.  The difference between my boyfriend's family an mine has showed itself and quite honestly it had made me think about my current situation with my life and the path it is taking.  Since my parents are always in church to receive the new year with the Lord.  I decided to pass the old year and welcome the new one with my new family (my boyfriend).  I  got to his house and all his family was there,  all his brothers and sisters. As the official count down to the end of the year was going on and the ball in times Square marked the beginning of  the new year and in my own way,  the explosions of the fireworks signified the catharsis that my life was about to take.  As the glasses filled with alcohol were raised to celebrate the new year and hugs were given; my boyfriend kissed me in front of all his family. 

This simple action as  kiss can be was such  a liberation and at the same time it was such an eye opening for me.  I had realized something very important.  This was no wrong at all,  in fact this was something accepted by everyone in there and it wasn't punished but all the contrary.  It was normal.

I realized that it was quite unfair for my boyfriend to be able to  do this for me but that I could not reciprocate.  This was the moment that I realized that I needed to  risk everything in order to be able to love him without hiding in my own house.  I NEEDED TO  COME OUT!

Why is it so hard to be me?

It sounds as if it's the rant of a needy teen that's always had everything.  The sad part is that at least in my eyes I keep thinking that is not quite like that.  The  truth is that I have been taking care of everyone in my house since I swap a small child and to be completely honest it seems like this has been my nature since then.  Take care of everyone and everything in order for the rest to be comfortable and happy even at the sacrifice of myself. Now as I keep on continuing this relationship I,  more than ever,  seem to actually be taking some time for myself and it feels so foreing and desperation... it feels wrong.  One of the things my boyfriend told me was  "you're to busy taking care of everybody,  but  who's taking care of you? " - - - at that moment I realized that he was completely right.  Who's taking care of me?  Even with all of this in here I feel ... Still...  Alone.  I'm walking alone in this path and quite frankly and unfortunately the only one I have to rely on to go on is me.

Follow the road, said the voice.

I can't believe that i have taken such step.  Officially on December fifth I am no longer single.  The whole story is actually quite random yet romantic  in my eyes  but that would be another post.  Perhaps one of those sentimental-valentine's-type kinda post. The whole purpose of this post actually has a lot to do with the fact that I have a boyfriend. 

Coming out had crossed my mind many times during my life,  definitely the most difficult  part was coming out to myself. The most challenging part of that was to be able to define who I really was.  I never saw a distinction in the gender of the person that I loved.  It always was about the person behind the husk of flesh and bone inside it.  People around me though always seemed to put a label on that.  I at one point in my life  I was obsessed in trying to find the label that could appeal to me but  the difficult part was that none of them actually fit.  I was not quite,   sure why but deep inside it I felt that it would help me stop wondering and actually stay living and standing for something in my life.  

When I was  19 I finally figured it all out.  Pansexuality seemed so fitting.  Is not about the gender but the person.  At that moment I really did not cared about  my mom or dad knew about me or not.  Religion and the way they view the world would not have been of any help anyway. 

 Finally though now at my boyfriend's house I see how welcomed i am.  How normal all this seems to them.  This new year's eve he actually kisses me in front of his mom and siblings and they where so normal about it... It hit me,  I wanted the same for him.  I don't want to hide him or the love I have for him.  If that's going to cost me everything I have then so be it.  It would all be worth it since my life and everything I have would make no sense if it's not with him.  It is not fair for me to do this to him,  to have him in the shadows for my own cowardice.  

We went to a small bistro by my old house  and and we talked and that's when he was talking to me about his coming out stories with his siblings and mom.  Then he listened to me about how hard it has been for me and he said.  "you're going to get thru this... We're going to get thru this "