Dear Rob

Today is always a difficult day for me. This year is no exception. It’s the day after Valentines Day and being perpetually single the sting hurts a bit worse. Although considering last year at this time Valentine’s was so bittersweet. My relationship with my ex was coming to a close and as much as I tried to hold on to it, I was watching helplessly as it slipped through my fingers. I still got flowers and candy (for him to eat, not me since I don’t eat candy), but it was obvious that they were from the cheaper bouquets unlike the large and elaborate ones he had gotten me the first half of our relationship. We made crepes at home instead of going out to dinner. All of these were tell tale signs of the end. The upset feeling from all of that distracted me from today’s date.

At least I am not where I was last year, but it still stings.

The day after Valentine’s Day is February 15th.

To almost everyone else, it is just another day. The day the candy and hearts go on sell at Target. When they immediately start bringing out the Easter baskets and bunnies. It is pay day for some and to others its the downslope of the month.

Today is Robert’s birthday, and if he were alive he would have been 34 years old. This was also the day he passed away, after celebrating his 29th birthday with friends. Robert is my ex that passed away in a car accident and every year on this day, I do get a bit sad and think about our relationship, the good and the bad and all the things I wish I had done differently.

Realizing that it has now been 5 years since I have heard his voice on the phone; since he made me laugh and told me how beautiful I was. It’s been five years since I knew someone was REALLY in my corner not letting me have all those tiny insecurities that brought me down.

We use to email back and forth a lot after I moved back Tennessee and after he died I would send one periodically just to send one. My grief counselor said would help with my closure and it really did those first two years. I decided it was time to send another, however for the first time, the email bounced back. His email is no longer working. I went through my old sent box and the last time I sent one to him was a few months after I started dating my last ex, the first guy I really liked since his death. That was almost two years ago.

I decided to publish my letter here, as my blog is just another way to write out my feelings and send them out to the world, not expecting a response, just like my emails were to him.

 

Dear Rob,

Happy 34th birthday! The last 5 years have flown by since I have heard your voice or seen your sweet face. I know that you are in a far better place but please know that I still think of you often.

Every time I watch the news, or look at CNN, I think of you. You always pushed me to keep up to date  on current events and I wonder what you would make of everything that is going on in our country right now. Your insight was always so profound and insightful.

Things for me are just about the same as they have always been. While I am more successful in my career than two years ago, making a jump to a HUGE company, I am still single. Living by myself in a small apartment, wishing for companionship and a good friend. I travel a lot for work and when I am on the road I don’t seem to pay much attention to it. But I have been pretty sick the last month with a week long hospital stay and some scary health news that has really put into perspective how alone I really am.

When I am in town, I usually keep so busy going to the gym or pilates that I don’t think about it. But since I can’t work out right now, my evenings have been me asking for my friends to please come over, or hang out, or lets get dinner. I have exhausted the few friends in the city I have left and tonight I find myself sitting alone, thinking of you and wishing I could just give you a ring. Right now I really need some words of encouragement, a reminder that everything is going to be ok and I am strong.

But as I write this out, I know you are speaking to me, saying all of this, reassuring me.

I can still hear your voice in my head telling me it all.

Be proud of who I am and what I have done even if I don’t think I am much different than I was five years ago.

I miss you. I could list out all the reasons why and all the small things that made us “us” but it is heartbreaking for me. And I can’t do it to myself again.

Today I celebrate your wonderful life, and how you positively influenced mine and that you continue to do so even though you have been gone for so long now.

Love you x 3,

MR

 

 

 

 

Peace

For the first time since I have been single again (break was at the end of February) I have STOPPED trying to date. I think I was using constant dating and dating apps as a way to cope with feeling unwanted, unattractive, and rejected. I hoped from one almost relationship to the next, picking them apart because I knew my heart wasn’t in it.

It has now been three weeks since I swore off dating. And I feel more at peace than ever before.

My nights a slightly more boring, but as I gear up for the 10k I am running in December, it is giving me more time to focus on myself.

Isn’t is strange how a relationship can suck everything out of you? The confidence you once had. Your ability to open up to new people and how to love yourself.

At this point in my life I long for a lasting relationship and marriage and *gasp* children.

BUT

I don’t know if it is truly worth it anymore. I am leaving it up God to push me in the right direction. If it is meant to be it will happen. No more going out and seeking so hard.

I am grateful for my last relationship. I learned so much. But I also put so much of my energy into it and I am not ready to do the same thing. Hopefully one day I will feel up to it again.

 

 

 

My Mom and I walked in the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure over the weekend.

 

 

Andrew McMahon and The Wilderness

Seeing a band you loved over a ten years ago (or a guy in the band you loved over ten years ago) brings back so many great memories. My old roommate from college, Mandy, first introduced me to Jacks Mannequin. I had previously been a fan of Something Corporate when I was in high school. The leader of those groups, Andrew McMahon, has continued on passed each band. And now goes by the name of Andrew McMahon and The Wilderness.

The only time I ever saw him perform was at Beale Street Music Festival way back in 2007. It was the second time I had ever been. Me, Mandy, her sister and another friend went down. Memphis was the big scary city. I remember the four of us being nervous about walking on the streets.

Oh how silly and dumb we were!

We managed to get really close to the stage until Mandy’s sister passed out of the heat and the excitement of it all. I saw three songs, but he was still beyond a barrier and beyond four very large security guards.

For the last 9 years I have continuous checked on the his touring schedule and he has gone to Nashville a few times, but never Memphis.And finally, two weeks ago while driving into work. I heard on the radio he was coming to the New Daisy on Beale Street.

I could only think of ONE person to take. My old roommate Mandy. This was around the time she and I couldn’t get plans together to meet up. I asked her to go to the concert. We met up for dinner, caught up on each others “adults” lives and headed to the concert.

He isn’t one of the best singers, but he knows how to put on a show. We were able to get as close as we could to the stage for two old ladies. He walked by with a large duck floatie to sail to the stage and I squeezed in a quick touch on the shoulder.

I felt like I was 15 again.

He played songs from all his bands. “Punk Rock Princess” had the crowd going crazy. And when the second song was “Dark Blue” I knew we were in for a show. The music was beautiful and on point and he was having a great time.

Seeing a performer who has been around nearly 20 years and still doing what he is doing is amazing. Makes me want to quit my job and go on the road.

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Wrapped in a parachute

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Encores

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He rode this thing twice. Sailed to the back for a jaeger shot.

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