Whuddya know... The minute I resolve that I am going to move on from a relationship, as I stated at the end of this little entry. M called outta the blue last night. Just her style. She keeps odd hours over there in New York and called my cell at around 9:30.
Despite the touch of anger and hurt I still had, I was very happy to hear from her. I was right, she was still a little bent out of shape over the fact that I did not involve her in my wedding at all. Of course I empathize, I'm good at it. I always try to see where that person is coming from...before I give up on them completely or resolve to dislike them. She was upset because she still considers me as one of her closest friends. To not be involved in any of the details of my wedding made her feel very left out. I apologized and explained again, that I felt she was just too far away... Maybe I should have made a little more effort to involve her. Now that all is said and done, I'm so glad she got over it and told me how she was feeling. Yay! We can move on!
Oh...and Ron reminded me of something the other night. If you recall my little snark toward the pregnant bride a couple entries ago... Well he reminded me of what she said to us at the wedding, that it was our wedding that inspired her to get married. Yea, that's a sweet thing to say to a couple. Apparently I was so out of sorts that night, I didn't care to notice all of Rons work friends staring and pointing at us, making comments about how cute we are together. There's that perspective thing again. What a difference perspective makes, eh?
Okay, well it's the day before the fourth, so I had to color this entry accordingly... Even though I'm not too terribly proud to be an American right now. Anyway, don't light yourselves on fire. Late.
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