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Saturday was my birthday. I'm 26 now.
I got dumped for my birthday. Well, it actually happened on
Sunday and I wasn't really dumped, just told that 'we should
just be friends.'
I'm not stupid.
I'm doing fine. Miss him, hard to be home expecting him to
knock on the door or call. It's hard not to call him or go over.
It's hard to see his car in the lot and know he's home and wonder
what he's doing.
But I'm fine. I'm not in the deep dark funk that cosmo or
glamour tells me I should be in. I called R a few hrs after it
happened. He is the only one who knows. Not even Mary knows.
It's like if no one knows, then it didn't happen.
But sooner or later her or Mom will call and ask about him.
Then I'll get the pity or 'oh, I'm sorry,' or the ever popular
'you'll find someone else.'
He has plans for the future and they don't include me. In
fact I found out from his roommate that he's been sending money
home to build a house. When I asked him about it Sunday, he said
he didn't want to hurt me. Better now then the day before he
goes home then, huh? He said him and his brother will share a
plot of land and each build a house on it. The building liscense
should come through in a few weeks. He'll be going home sometime
next year after it is built.
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Saturday for my birthday Mary took me to Wichita Kansas and
we checked out their river fest they had going on in "Old
Town" which is an older part of downtown. We checked out
the shops, cute guys talked to her and blatenly snubbed me. Then
we come back home and went to "The Mummy Returns" it
was the second time for both of us.
Last night I went with a few girls from work to see it again.
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