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How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Love/Hate gets complicated when it's for the same person...

Why is it we have such strong emotions over the same person?  The person who angers you the most is also the person you love the most.  The person you have the most patience for is also the person who winds you up the most?  I don't get it.

Mr Dark Horse is back on the scene.  Having spent Christmas morning arguing via text (it was 2am and he was steamingly drunk) we didn't speak for ages until a few weeks ago I got a message out of the blue asking to meet up.  Since we got chatting again we've become friends again and the argument has pretty much been forgotten.  How?  He really upset me, what he said was really hurtful and selfish, so why do I no longer care about it? Have I realised it wasn't a big deal after all and actually I overreacted, or am I a complete walkover?  He was a really good friend and the first person in ages to make me feel cared about and important; something I never felt with JP - that I was a priority.  We met again for the first time in a pub to watch the end of the 6 Nations final match, I was only going to stay for a few minutes, but ended up there for 3 hours; it was like we'd never been apart, we just talked about the old stuff, caught up and left on a really good note.  I woke up the next morning feeling happier and brighter and again whenever I talk to him, I feel better.  Maybe the argument wasn't such a big deal.  At the time I was really unhappy, my ankle was stopping me working properly, work were being horrible, Mum thought her cancer was back, I'd just lost a load of money on my flat, I was having to move back home, my sister was ill, my other sister was pregnant... it wasn't an ideal time for Mr Dark Horse to tell me he fancied a quickie!  Needless to say he got the full force of what I thought of him, which I don't regret, he needed to know there was a line and he crossed it.

Everything is sorted now though.  I've got a promotion at work, which means I've been accepted for a mortgage and we're ready to exchange contracts so I'll be home very soon.  My new job is really good fun and although a lot more work, I'm enjoying it.  Things are on the up - does this mean I'm more level-headed or just that now everything else is in place I'm finally ready to meet someone new?

Life doesn't stop getting any less complicated, does it?