Bipolar is Beautiful

I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I last posted.  Guess I’m letting life get in the way of things again. 

Life is pretty damn decent these days.  R is now living with me at my folks’ house.  See, he lost his job on Monday and his mom (who he’s been staying with) is moving out of state at the end of the month so he didn’t really have anywhere else to go.  He’s looking to find another job and is trying to get his own business started, too.  Things will be rough for a little bit until he gets back on his feet, but we’ll make it.

He’s told me that he wants to marry me – and I can totally see being married to him.  We just get along so well, and he treats me like a princess.  I’m not used to getting so much attention from a man – it’s heavenly.  We are very much in love with each other.  I can’t remember the last time I felt this way about a man.

Work has been super busy lately.  The new semester starts on Monday so we’ve been gearing up for that.  I worked until 8 last night and get to do the same today because of new faculty orientation.  It makes for one hellaciously long day.

The car guy is officially out of the picture.  We split up on Sunday, via text message.  I’ve found someone else who gives me what I need, and I’m hoping this one lasts.

The new guy is R.  He’s a little older than me, never been married, has a 12 year old daughter he sometimes sees on the weekends, works construction, and thinks I’m sexy.  We met on Saturday and, with the exception of yesterday, have seen each other every day.  He’s a gentleman, but ornery, too.  Definitely keeps me on my toes.  I love being with him – he’s so relaxed and laid back.  I think he’ll be good for me.  And he makes me laugh all the time.  I can see myself falling in love with him.

Life in general is going pretty decent.  My sleeping has been getting better.  I haven’t had a BPD episode in over a week.  And my bipolar seems to be pretty well under control.  I’m back in the stupid DBT class on Mondays, which I am hating, but I’ve really got no choice.  I can’t afford to lose my psychiatrist or my therapist.