Aftermath

It's been forever (okay, like five days) since I last posted, but so much has happened! I had a great Thanksgiving. And I'm sooo grateful for my faith... it has kept me going lately. That sounds super pious, but really. I'd be a nervous and anxious wreck if I didn't have any sort of eternal perspective on everything.
Wednesday I drove down to Salt Lake City during the day to spend some time with him, David, and Chelsea (David's current love-interest). Here's what went down...
I met up with he and David around one o'clock. David showed up with a random dog on a leash... he had BORROWED the dog, and we were picking up ANOTHER borrowed dog. Why? Well, because David wanted to see Chelsea, so we were going to go wash dogs at Rub-A-Dub-Doggy or whatever the place is called. I hadn't met Chelsea, but I figured she must be pretty great to inspire David to BORROW dogs.
Emma and Hercules, the dogs we borrowed, were adorable. Emma is older and looks like one of those micro-fiber teddy-bears. Hercules is a little rocket of fur, and got to sit with him in the backseat while I held Emma in the front. We sang random songs all the way down (oh, by the way, we drove from Holladay to Provo to do this) and it was pretty fun - aside from the poor boy in the back keeping Hercules under control (David and I sat in the front).
We got to RADD (Rub-a-Dub-Doggy) and entered with our borrowed dogs. Well, I felt just adorable with this little spoiled pup on a leash (a burberry leash, with platinum insets on the collar...) and standing next to a handsome man. When we met Chelsea, wow. She's amazing. From a girls' perspective, beautiful doesn't do her justice. Her hair is incredible! Anyway, I can tell why David was blown away. She's soooo too good for him. (David, if you're reading this, you know it's true so chill.)
Next, we learned how to use a self-serve dogwash. (Really... I didn't know they had them. I always threw my dogs in a babypool and hoped for the best.) After getting completely drenched, spraying each other with water, flirting with and teasing each other, and using the dog-dryer on each others' faces, he and I finished washing Hercules. I'm sure that Chelsea and David had a great time as well with Emma... we really didn't pay attention.
On the way home (after dropping off the borrowed dogs), I invited David and him to come up to Roy with me for a little while before I had to go back up to Logan (I was on call that night). They said yes, and David followed us in his car. Around Bountiful, she called (the half-girlfriend). He told her that he was at his uncle's house... I was a secret. An embarrassment. A lie?! Well, okay. I might have overreacted at that point. I pulled off on the next exit, and made David follow and sent him back with him. Petty girl, petty petty girl!
I drove back to Logan that night upset but not quite sure what I was feeling. I hadn't wanted to upset him, but, according to David, he was upset.
Later that night, I decided to pray about it. So I settled in for the night (feeling lonely, because I was the ONLY person still on my floor) and grabbed my scriptures, said a prayer (shorter than it probably should have been), and started reading. I got through one chapter of St. Mark, and my phone buzzed. He was texting me. We wound up talking on the phone until almost 2:00 am, and things were feeling better. He had apologized and promised that he would talk to her soon... it can't come soon enough.
He came up to Roy the next morning, after I'd driven down from Logan, and met my mom, step-dad, sister, a niece and nephew, and my grandparents. They all adored him, of course. Then he left to go spend Thanksgiving at home (after all, it was the first time in three years he'd been home for it!). Later that night, he accompanied me to see my dad, then we hung out for a little while. It's always so stressful seeing my dad... I love him dearly, but I still feel so much anger and resentment. I really have to work on that.
Friday, I drove down and we got gelato, played video games, watched Holiday Inn (love love love Bing Crosby), then I took off to see my old high school chums.
I stopped in at Nico's house and saw all the people I was close to in high school. Strangely, I didn't feel that same bond anymore. Ever since the breakup with Ben, I've realized that my life is really taking a different path than everyone else. I've become so much more independent over the last six months, and I've worried less about how many friends I have, and more about the quality. Christy, David, Aubree, the people at the Music Mansion... those are the people who make me feel like I have all the friends I'll ever need. So, after this epiphany, I headed up to Tim's house, chilled with he, Josh, and Michael for a while, then drove home.
I've been trying so hard to keep my thoughts, emotions, feelings under control. For the first time in my life, I feel like I have found someone that might possibly complete me, without controlling me. It's such a new feeling, and I'm trying to back off and not be this clingy kitten that the natural girl in me wants to be. Just step back... breathe... and let things take their course.
On Saturday night, I met up with David near Temple Square and we hung out with my family for a while, then saw the lights, saw some of my residents, and eventually made it up to Holladay where I had a heart-to-heart with him. We didn't exactly define the relationship... but I figured out that I can wait for whatever is going to happen. Faith in the Lord includes faith in His time. (Neal A. Maxwell said that, I'm not that optimistic... haha)
I'm spending tonight at my mom's house with my sister, and we are making Christmas cards, watching movies, and eating sugar cookies. It's a beautiful night. My stomach has been doing flips the whole time over him and the unknown situation, but I'm moving past that now. When he decides he's ready to make a final decision, I'll probably still be around. I guess my moment of wanting to settle down and not be such a free spirit was fleeting. :)
For an update on getting my body ready for Miss Cache Valley... I'm down to 153 as of this morning, and I now fit in a size 9 pants. Yay for me!
Oh, and I'm going on another blind date tonight... wish me luck! There's no way it can beat a guy who speaks Italian and watching Trans-Siberian Orchestra...