Joey, baby – don’t get crazy
Detours, fences…I get defensive
Joey – Concrete Blonde
Ken and Barbie, Ross and Rachel, Bert and Ernie – some of the great “are they or aren’t they?” relationships of our time.
Then there’s you and I – Joey, Baby and that woman who has the blog.
Are we friends, are we more – who knows? Not even we know the lines of our friendship have become so blurred.
The potential is there for us to be great, a partnership to conquer the world, but the timing is not. Timing is always just out, that doesn’t stop us trying though.
Constantly drawn together when we are at our lowest, most vulnerable state, for comfort and comfort is what we certainly provide each other. When we shy away from the world because it’s too much we have each other and that’s pretty special. I have your back and you have mine, we protect each other. Not many people have a person like that in their lives and I cherish that you are in mine.
We have so much in common, that’s how I know we would be great. We have similar values, similar childhoods, similar families, similar goals, similar taste in music, movies, everything. So why can’t we just get our act together.
As I edit this post, we’re going through one of “those” times, arguments, misunderstandings and hurt feelings on both sides.
This time it’s different though, I feel the pain more. I’ve cried. I’ve thought about giving up.
I miss the little “buzz buzz” of my phone, you have your own tone and buzz pattern and when we are arguing I miss it, I miss not having to charge my phone battery 20 times a day.
I miss you.
Around my home I’m left with reminders of what should’ve been, your birthday present glaring at me as it has done for weeks. Stupid things, like looking at the spot I cleaned up to put the Happy Plant you were going to buy. That spot in my home has had nothing there for nearly 2 years but it has never looked so empty as it does today.
I feel empty because even though you have hurt me, I know I have hurt you too. You challenge me, when I think things should be a certain way, you say something and I instantly see a different point of view. I am stubborn – you’ve probably guessed that by now – so for someone to get me to see a different point of view is ….. weird. I feel your pain, if someone hurts you, I can feel it, including those times I’ve hurt you.
After everything I went through in my marriage it would be so much easier and better for me to walk away and head towards something so much happier with less drama. But I don’t want to. I want to wait, I want to see what happens. I want to see if Joey, Baby and that woman who has the blog can finally get it together. I want to see the ending of this story because I know that this, today, is not the end.
In a perfect world I like to think Ken and Barbie, Ross and Rachel and Bert and Ernie have their happily ever after and if it works out that way for you and I – my god Joey Baby, hehe/haha, what a story we have for the grand-kids!