My phone decided to leap from my safe, warm, and dry hands and nose dive into the toilet on Friday night. Five minutes before I was to leave to meet a girlfriend at the art gallery for an event.
I frantically swore and scooped my phone from the bowels of the toilet bowl. Frantically made my way to the kitchen and opened the bag of highly expensive organic brown rice and put a cup of that into a pot with my phone.
Then high tailed it out the door to try and meet my friend at an art gallery that has two entrances and organizers not being clear as to which entrance to use.
Needless to say, my friend and I never met up 😦
She was thought something must have happened to me.
I walked all the way to FilmGuys’ place where I proceeded to have a pity party. FilmGuy normally would have ran away and returned his attention to the TV. This time he didn’t. He turned the TV off. He got me a glass of water and put an arm around my shoulder and let me have my pity party.
The next day he helped me get a new phone. He was supportive. Helpful. All the things he’s supposed to be.
And of course my old phone didn’t back up properly to itunes and my entire contact list was gone AND I don’t have internet at home to upgrade the itunes software for my phone. I had to take my laptop to FilmGuy’s that evening and do it all there.
He’s putting all this effort into me, into us and I am unable to subconsciously return the gestures. I actually have to think about it and make an effort. More than I used to. It used to come naturally. A want. Now…I’m not so sure. He’s the one guy thought who doesn’t annoy me or make me roll my eyes at when he’s being annoying unlike the Mechanic.
This year has sucked beyond compare. Some of it my fault, most of it his fault and other 10% the result of just plain dumb luck. I am at my breaking point. I keep picking myself up, but honest to god, I’m tired of doing all the heaving lifting.
2012 cannot come soon enough.