Turkey Day Recap

Well...things didn't start off to bright on Wednesday. I got stuck in the elevator, between floors, while at work. For an hour. Oh yeah, that was awesome. The perfect way to spend time for someone that is scared of heights and small places. Dangling 11 floors above the ground. While I'm trapped in this steel box I get a text from Mason telling me he was busy that night. We had originally planned that I would stop and see him on my way to my parents. This is great timing for him to blow me off for good. Again, awesome. My favorite part was when they FINALLY got there to let me out and told to stand at the back of the elevator and not face the doors. What are you going to do, blow the doors open with dynamite? What the french toast?! Anyway, I was finally rescued and decided it was time to go home and see the family. Spent some quality time with them. Met my sissy's new man. I give him a thumbs up. As we're getting ready to go out I get an email from Mr. No Show wishing me a happy thanksgiving and a great weekend. I write him back and tell him thanks and I hope he is well. Then I close with "just for the record, I don't miss talking to you at all." It's a total and complete lie but I thought it was probably good to let him know. Went out that night in a town of about 200, all of which were at the local bar. Apparently my cougar status is still in tact because I swear every kid that tried to talk to me was under the age of 27. My cousin thought this should be a great boost to my self-esteem that I'm hot enough the youngsters want me. It was not. It really depressed me. Talked to Rock at 3 in the morning when I finally made it home. Can I have him on a platter with some stuffing for Thanksgiving dinner, please?!

Saturday night I return from my uncles birthday party and get a text from Mason at 2 in the morning. He's drunk and wants to chat. I'm like what is your deal, dude? We go back and forth for about an hour and finally I fall asleep. I texted him Sunday on my way home to see if he wanted to get together. He was hungover and was going to bed. Figures. My normally 2 1/2 to 3 hour drive takes nearly 5 because I hit an ice storm and watch countless cars around me spin out of control and go in the ditch while we drive down the interstate. By the time I get home I'm beyond tense and tired and annoyed. I pop a sleeping pill and hit the hay around 9 pm. I know, oh the crazy life of the player on a Sunday night.

Received an email from Mr. No Show this morning. Didn't comment on my telling him that I didn't miss talking to him. He asked me how my weekend went and said his was good. Part of me wishes he would say his was awful. That everything in his life has been awful since we stopped talking and he can't live without me and will do whatever I want to make it work. Alas, none of those statements were in the email. Thus is life. And I still know I'm better off without him and he doesn't deserve me but dang I miss talking to him like I imagine I would miss a kidney or a toe. I can still function just fine but something just doesn't feel right when he's gone.