Nothing better to weather a break-up than a distraction...or two or three. Superman is still in my life, in some way, form, or fashion, and I know in my heart that I wouldn't want it any other way. He continues to - eventually anyway - answer the questions that plague my mind and overwhelm my days. And until I am ready, really ready, there's no use in pushing it along, because it will only cause the heartache to drag on indefinitely.
However, the man who looks good on paper is filling a void that Superman left when he flew off. A man who is surprisingly interesting, easy to talk to and be with, and intelligent in ways I've forgotten to appreciate. No matter where this distraction takes me, there's nothing wrong with having a little Mr. Right Now.
And, of course, there is always my Caribbean boyfriend, the never-changing beacon in the storm. And thank God for that little bit of hope. "The only thing more dangerous than fear is hope." -The Hunger Games
Humiliation
After several years in a job I did not love at an employer I did not love, I made a move at the beginning of the year. Though I certainly do...
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