Life Goes On

It's nice to know people care.

On Tuesday morning the phone rang and I didn't answer it because it was 10 a.m and I was still trying to sleep. I did, however, hear part of the conversation from downstairs and realized that my mother is discussing my love life with whoever is on the other end.

Naturally, I was quite irritated, since I didn't think my mother had any right to be talking about it. My irritation evaporated a bit when I discovered that it was Roger she was talking to, calling to make sure I was okay. Which is actually pretty sweet.

Truthfully, I'm fine. My pride's a little hurt, but other than that, I'm really okay. Actually, I'm better than I would have thought. He's just a guy after all and while I enjoyed his company, there are plenty of other guys in the world. I just have to start looking again.

My friends have been fabulous as always. The ones I've talked to and the ones who have called to cheer me up (even if they couldn't a hold of me). It's nice to know that people care and I'm grateful for all of them, but I don't really need it.

I do need to repair my hurt pride and figure out how to deal with the humiliation of having everyone know I was dumped, but it'll come to me. I do know that it's better to get out there, so I will.