Relationship Not Relationship| Adultish

I am in a “relationship not relationship”. I don’t expect you to understand that though. I can’t say that we understand that either.

A lot of people lately have asked when Vegas Friend and I will “go public”. Well, I have news for you, never.

Wait, what?! Why?!!!

Because Vegas Friend and I were never supposed to last a year (holy crap how has it almost been a year). We were just good friends that had known each other for years. We were both safe, and compassionate people. We were both just there. I was going through a divorce and angry, lost, confused. Vegas Friend was starting over again as well. We were just two fucked up people who understood.

I would have never thought that I would be the one to have “meaningless” relationships. Vegas Friend and I will not get married. We have no plan on moving in with each other, or any other long term commitment. We are just REALLY good friends .

It’s so hard to explain Vegas Friend. Especially since I know he will read this and make fun of it- thanks. I love Vegas Friend- but not in that way. He has been with me since basically the beginning. He knows so much about me and has helped me overcome a lot of my anxiety and fears. He has taught me what it is supposed to be like when someone cares for you.

Now granted he also pisses me off beyond belief. He pushes me until I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes. He keeps me within the lines of normal.

He is the hardest example the “next guy” will have to live up to. He is the person who I’ve called at 2am screaming in pain. He’s who taught me the joy and possibilities of life in general.

So I will take this relationship not relationship. Cherish every moment for what it is with out overthinking. I will continue to learn from Vegas Friend and he will continue to make fun of me- until we don’t. And that’s all there is.

Not Getting Divorced

I guess I should have known that this was going to happen.

It seemed really obvious from how things went in the beginning.

There have been so many on and off again struggles with this divorce.

My divorce STILL is not final. I got the email from his lawyer yesterday letting us know that the judge still had not signed the papers- still married, going on a year of trying to get a divorce. At this rate it seems as if I we are not EVER getting divorced. I will be 78 years old with fourty-seven plants and still be married to him.

#LifeGoals #ThePlantsNotTheMarriedPart

He and I are amicable. We don’t argue anymore and if ever I want to see the puppy he always lets me.

So it’s not that I want to be divorced because I am grouchy with him- not at all. It’s mostly just for the sake of taxes and because of financial aid for school.

It does feel weird though, because even though we aren’t legally divorced yet, if people ask if I am married, I tell them “oh no, I’m divorced”. “Divorced” seems to be the dirty “D” word now. Where people hear you say DIVORCED as if it’s the key phrase of a Satan chant and everyone looks at you like the “D Word” is contagious. I find it especially interesting when people find out I am going through a divorce because I look much younger than I am- and as if (to some) divorce isn’t bad enough, now I’m SIXTEEN and divorced. Eye. Rolls. All. Day.

But he and I actually spoke not too long ago. I called him to basically say thanks for the divorce- which I know is SO WEIRD. But I grew so much from it- and I am really happy in my life. And I think and hope that he is happy too. Both of our lives are going in completely different directions, and I am reminded with every new step he takes in his life how much I enjoy mine.

It is a smidge weird though- I won’t lie. To be nonchalant with a man you were in love with and share a bed with. The man who saw you at your everything. Aaaand, now you guys are just random people who sometimes need signatures or over the phone approvals to switch names over.

Somethings in life are just weird and freaky- and I think that’s all there is to it. So maybe in another 6 months/ year I will post again and actually be divorced.

But don’t hold your breath 😊

 

 

 

Shit Vegas Friend Does

Soooo. I basically have the best friends ever. First there’s Mom/Ass Kicker letting me use her house as an Amazon package post office and supplying me with animal crackers and macaroni. Then there’s B who has bought me so much stuff for my “apartment”, down to deodorant and conditioner. And then we have Vegas Friend. Who comes to help me all the time with literally everything. 

He offered me his truck to help move my stuff. 

He supplies me with pepper spray. 

Buys my favorite pop tarts and always ensures there’s coffee creamer at his house for me. Ps- he doesn’t drink coffee. 

I mention a good wine once and he tries to buy 6 of them- he doesn’t drink alcohol either. 

He’s always there for late night “what am I doing with my life” phone calls. 

He listens to work drama. 

He reads all my blogs and always checks to see how the Vegas Friend ones preform. He likes to think Adultish is growing because of him. Lol. Which is notably true according to my stats. 

And then he does some crazy shit like spend his last few hours before having to go to bed to work 12 hours straight to put my bed frame up. 

Oh wait- forgot something. 

 He let’s me crash at his house and vomit when I leave work from a migraine.