i was caught for a moment in Abby’s ideas

22 07 2009

on the phone for well over an hour. house stuff…this and that and the ones who still have to pick up their purchases. i was expecting it to be a planned short call (i really dont do phone calls…i’m a guest at somebody else’s house AND it was confirmed that my voice sounds …meh…by someone who supposedly liked me maybe)

it was supposed to be quick. but then Abby got to her point. was she just trying to make 2 sales out of 1? it is, afterall her job to do that…that’s where she makes her money. it mattered very lil to her whether i stayed or left the one house personally. putting up gave her another opportunity (though i think it’s a rougher market now). she said the market isnt so bad and proceded to mail me links. she found a few spots that  [she said] “made me think of you.

all builder’s lots and none under $200,000.

“The builder has pre-established plans, but its not like there isnt wiggle room. You’d have the upper-hand in the negotiation. They’re all away from Park in nice residential areas with nice school districts. You can have it built as a ranch to accomodate your needs”

i am not a fan of ranches. i know i told someone this… so few people know me.

“Well then a first floor bedroom…and aside from the location, the price is perfect. The taxes are more affordable than here. This place was far more house than you and Lilly really needed. There is the Homeorama location…” 

let’s pretend i have a clue what that is

“Its in Victor, on lovely rolling hills around the corner from Valentown and the mall . Two locations in Penfield that would be ideal. One in Canandaigua and one in Pittsford. I’ll send you the link.”

http://www.newhomesource.com/communityresults/market-215

“Remember the key is that with these new developments you could have the house customized from the very start. Everything you liked about this place you could copy and everything you disliked you could change. It’s a wonderful opportunity!”

ok…i got caught in her enthusiasm. someone sounding excited when talking to ME, really? i got caught in the trap of another future-looking person who made me temporarily forget that i have things and stuff in the NOW that still need to be dealt with. darn those future-pointers and dream makers…they always make it sound so possible…so easy to accomplish, when it’s not…i’ve got this messy moat to get over and there isnt any bridge.

and really…what was the point of this conversation anyhow… was she really interested in my well-being or MORE interested in landing that valuable coming and going commission from me?

still i agreed to allow Bryan to look into the properties.

stupid.

i’m not wanted up there. the sale is wanted. my money is wanted…but i’m not. i made that choice over a month ago when i fled. the drs. down here wont even clear me to go (though Abby says that’s not a problem, that all the paperwork could be done via fax, email, etc. and anyhow by letting her, Scott and Bryan handle the small issues…it’s a builder’s lot and would take some time for a house to be placed and liveable)

she was just trying to make a sale. this has nothing to do with me…just the $$$

every person comes at a price.

she’s not a witch or villain, but still…nothing is for free and that whole conversation had absolutely nothing to do with anyone showing signs of wanting me around.

everyone has an ulterior motive…the real reason… the real reason my mom was nice, the real reason Dave let me sleep on his couch, the real reason A**** came back, the real reason i was sent to Virginia, the real reason Abby “found the ideal house”

when will i stop being so blastedly hopeful and gullible…that stupid never-ending wish …stupid

Lilly and i dont need 4 bedrooms near a golf course. Lilly and i dont need a formal dining room or a stone patio (especially not the stone patio…no stone fascades, no stone fireplaces, no stone walks…that would crush me every morning when i looked out upon it!)

when will i stop being like this??? when will it stop hurting??? i need to lay down again





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just don’t

18 06 2009




lonely and very confused

17 06 2009

always come back to same thing…doesnt Lilly deserve better? (but i worry how she will be treated by the girl who cant stand me)





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all the kings horses and all the kings men…

31 05 2009

it should be of no surprise to anyone…

                              that when he talks… i pause

                                                  and listen

                                                          and BELIEVE

inspite of myself and my experiences…and though i knew i probably shouldnt…from that gut fear of being devasted, again….lil bits of me eroding away

                                                i listen

                                                    and think

                                                            and smile (only because it’s him)

                                                                           and BELIEVE with all my heart

because the sun rises with his smile and sets in the evening with his smirk. because his words…his actions… because he is capable of such thoughtful, comforting, clear-headed, (and passionate) ideas and a level of kindness i have seen no where else…

                                                                         and i BELIEVE

not in who i want him to be…but who he is (most of the time)!!!

and with that belief swells hope…and shakily i reach out to trust… reaching…REACHING….REACHING

another door slams. i am deleted, removed, deflated, confidence shattered, humilated…   [abandoned in silence again because trust is an awfully far reach and it evaporates in the open, unguarded air]

i will crawl back and hide in that hole he found me in now and wait for the others like me.  and all the kings horses and all the kings men, attempt to stitch me up, but it’s not the physical injuries that hurt the most. completelydevastated and wondering why i keep risking a repeat of this when i always know the outcome…no wait, i know…it’s because it’s him…and there is no one in compare or equal to who he is (yes, i’m an asshole, bitch, whore, slut, cunt who should be used, abused and despised!!!!)

that is why. (sometimes these things like needing to believe, needing someone to trust, needing someone there who will not leave no matter how damaged you are…sometimes these things are of little matter to anyone)





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weebles

24 05 2009

is it too cold out to put Lilly in her suit? in the sun it seems hot, but then we hit a shady breeze… she got a tiny sunburn on Thurs and i think it feels uncomfortable to have sleeves…she just smiles with those bright-blue eyes set against sherbet-colored cheeks, nose and shoulder tips.

i really suck at being a parent. idk… no operating instuctions anywhere. so for the last couple of days Lilly’s in her suit toddling about…or in only a diaper waddling about (with the occasional fail …which lands her on her butt).  of late she’s added a sound effect to the process…sensing she’s losing her balance (because she moves so darn fast) she holds her arms out to the side and looks about saying “whoa…whoa…whoa!” if she plops to her  butt it is followed by “ut-oh!” if  she regains her balance and avoids the plop-down, she looks directly at me and it’s “non’t worr-ree, everyding alrigh”

right now (as she had done most of the last several nights) she is carrying around his photo. (yes, i should never have gotten my daughter attached to someone and something i could never deliver to her). the photo itself is creased, the bottom portion loved to almost transparency. she sometimes digs for the phone…when she could find it she would carry the photo and the phone together or place the photo in her lap and carry on pretend conversations with him on the phone. when she could no longer find that phone in my purse, she’d look up at me with an almost idk…look on her face “wer is?

try as i may, i can never seem to distract her from it…from him. she looks at her treasure and offers it “kizzezz…an un fa Zat”

i cant look at his picture…of him and that sweet boy. but how do you explain to a 17 month old about broken hearts? (maybe i dont actually need to…maybe she’s holding his worn face up to me at this moment because she understands a broken heart most of all.)

she’s off!  toddling towards the glass doors, where she will undoubtedly stand and demand “out”  sometimes i think she’s determined to find him without me. (Lilly, baby…he left! i know baby…it’s that ache of every thing you do and everything beautiful that you see you want to turn and share with him…but he never wanted…he doesn’t want me. no one does!! i cant do the phone sweetie…the calls that come [the calls that came and never stopped] i dont want to hear, but i guess i felt the need to further punish myself by listening to them. his calls did stop. they always do. his voice is nearly gone…please Lilly…LOVING HIM, work, legal crap here and there, trying to function physically, mentally and emotionally, and failing at you…it all hurts so very much)  

idk…i suck at everything! it’s not like i could yank that picture from her hand and tear it in a million pieces…it’s not his fault. it’s not her fault.

for her it’s weebles-wooble





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Dear Preferred Care/MVP

19 05 2009

The economy is in a state of crisis with millions of people losing their jobs left and right. Banks and businesses are failing everywhere. Bailouts. Foreclosures. Bankruptcy. Economic Suicides.

And YOU decided to waste how much revenue on a name change? YOU decided now is the right time to throw  thousands of dollars away on new letterhead/logo designs and millions on advertising to find a new identity? “MVP?” Why not “The Barbie Hotties?” That would have been an equally asinine name. MVP because we are all nostalgic for middle school treatment? MVP because it evokes a positive memory when loser CEOs, who crashed their company’s stock value, were the lead school jock? MVP?

In a climate where many people are either uninsured, underinsured or on the verge of losing their health coverage entirely…Preferred Care really couldn’t think of a more noble and worthy use of the billions of excess funds they have in the vault?

MVP…what an extremely foolish name. MVP doesn’t say quality healthcare at affordable prices; it doesn’t convey sympathy or compassion for the average person just trying to get the best possible care for their children. MVP says exclusive clique without a heart. MVP says brainless and oblivious.

Whatever marketing brainbot threw that idea on the table needs to be boiled in oil and half-devoured by fire ants (then face the ultimate torture of waiting in an ER for 8 hours while they debate the best way to file and process his/her insurance claim).

MVP indeed. What are you, 5?