Taylor

The last year has been quite an experience. I had an ugly falling out with my best girlfriend, Andrea. 7 months later, we sat down, talked and worked things out. That was probably the best thing that's happened to me in the past year. The worst thing that's happened to me in the past year was having a falling out with Taylor. My best friend of 7 years. My gay husband. Ha.

When Taylor moved back to Texas from Tennessee he and I pretty much became inseparable. I introduced Andrea and Taylor to one another, and we all got along very well, at first. As time passed, there was the complaining about each other to me, behind each other's backs. You know how that goes... gets exhausting and fake. Which I just couldn't handle after awhile. But anyway, for reasons I won't explain now, Andrea ended our friendship, which ended up devastating me when it hit me.

After the falling out with Andrea, I basically became reliant on Taylor. It was a mutual thing. Joined at the hip, together almost 24/7, except when I was at work. It was probably the happiest period of my life. While it was good, anyway. Is it true that all good things must come to an end? In the case of Taylor and I, it did...

I've been writing this blog over a period of a few days, so it's starting to lose any... sense to me. Haha.


I saw Taylor on my birthday, my mother suggested I invite him to dinner. I'd spent the day with other friends... fun time. Rushed back home to get ready for Taylor, if my mother and her boyfriend didn't throw this nice dinner, Taylor and I wouldn't have done anything for my birthday. A few days later I asked him to meet me up for my lunch hour during work. He lied to me about something stupid, which isn't important... I didn't see him or talk to him for over a month. I was in Katy and had to get something at Ulta, which Taylor worked at, the most awkward moment I'd ever experienced with Taylor. We were strangers. We made small talk... he began to apologize for not ever returning my phonecalls, he was notorious for that, but he stopped himself and admitted, "Yeah... there's no excuse..." he looked really embarrassed. I told him it was fine, I didn't care anymore. We didn't even throw out the fake "We should hang out sometime... I'll call you" I just told him to have a Happy Thanksgiving and left. Last time I saw him. He commented on my blog sometime in February or something with a simple "I miss you". I've called him on two occasions, and of course same result. Nothing.

It makes me kind of sad to know that I don't have that kind of bond in my life anymore. What can you do, right?

I'm sure one day I'll want to add more to this "topic" I have another two ideas coming up. MUST WRITE MORE!


xoxox,
Mon