What If?

I dated a guy in my early 20’s. I will call this guy, CCC. We had such chemistry. He was an amazing kisser, I could get lost in his kisses. He was good at everything he did. I often felt intimidated by his knowledge of any subject. He was a majorly into BMX, and was a big kid. So he knew how to have fun and how to get me to smile when I didn’t want to. Out of all my boyfriends, he felt like home to me. I knew he wouldn’t judge me. He made me aware of my biggest issue I have in relationships and I will always be thankful he told me and doing so in a respectful way.

We dated for a few months before he decided to break things off. After the breakup we would basically act as though we were together off & on, but without the title of “girlfriend” or “boyfriend.” CCC had no problem being a FWB (friends with benefits) when I needed one. Only he did have a problem with it and didn’t tell me. Learning about it ten years after the fact and I struggle with guilt that I should have picked up on his actions that showed that he cared.

Fast forward to earlier this month and as some of you know, old habits die hard. Only this time it was only FWB. Anyway, I came clean that I still cared about him even though I had been trying to tell myself that I didn’t. I would tell myself, “He’s not the same person as back then. He’s a different person now. The person I loved is no longer there.” Of course I sobbed while I told him and looked like a hot mess.

I waited about a week after my melt down before I tried sending CCC a message on Snapchat. But the message wouldn’t go through. It kept coming up as an error. I knew at that moment he deleted/blocked me. I didn’t bother texting him as he pulled this stunt one other time. (which was kinda my fault because I told him I was making a character in my novel and based it off him. So yeah, kinda creeper-ish on my part.). He didn’t talk to me for a year.

I can’t be just friends with him, I will always want something more. I do not like wondering “what if” so will take the chance and say something. But I no longer need to wonder “what if” with him. I already know.

*9-15-20  Some of you may have read this with the earlier version that I broke things off with him. Recently I have been re-reading all my journals and came across the date of when we broke up. That date stated it was in fact him that broke things off with me so I changed this post to keep facts straight. For years I thought I was the one that broke things off, not sure why. It’s interesting what you can find in old journals…

Wordless Wednesday May 2018

I thought you guys might be wondering how Benelli is doing so decided to post some pics. He is now neutered, destroying my shoes and is doing great. Haha! 🙂

Benelli and his alligator (loves this toy and will fetch it if you ask him where his alligator is)
He wasn’t too happy that I did this.
He also likes rugs
Bittersweet shot: Once again, I have a dog in my window.
He makes me laugh!

Searching for a Storm

When I was looking for an American Bulldog puppy, there wasn’t really anyone around us that had puppies on the way or that already had puppies. I finally found a breeder located in the small city of Grinnell, Iowa. A one way trip was six hours and thankfully my mother went along with me. I had already picked out the one I desired via e-mail but wanted to make sure the puppy was healthy and that this place was not a puppy mill. I was so relieved to see this was not a puppy mill. The puppies were about four weeks (guessing?) old when we visited.


I want this one!
I want this one!
The first pic with my baby!
The first pic with my baby!

I know you're envious. Haha.
I know you’re envious. Haha.