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.
