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It is no secret that I hate Monday's. I figured that today was going to be no exception. I was wrong. I came to work as usual. Prepared for a caca kind of day. Went out to get the weekend mail and there was a package for me. I was thinking it was part of the swap I'm in. I thought wrong. It was from someone I used to work with in Bellevue. He had mentioned he was sending me a birthday card...this was larger than a birthday card. So being the curious person I am...and since my name was on the package...I opened it. I found my card but underneath the card....an iP0d!!! Hello!!!! Talk about something taking a person by surprise. It's a 1G and holds 240 songs. I'm going to have to hide it from K that much I know for sure. LOL
I needed this pick-me up. I'm still strugglinjg with what happened last night but it is starting to subside. I can't really say it took me by surprise. I think that deep down I knew my depression after my surgery and losing my job is one of the major reasons for why it killed it for him. I just didn't want to face the fact that he is that shallow. He does take the blame for how I view relationships now and my inability to not allow anyone close. He did say that I need to take the control back and he is right. I do. I need to realize that I'm better than that...also something he said which shocked me.
Last night was an emotional night for me. Darren and I did get a lot out in the open that we had kept to ourselves for a long time. There were so many unresolved issues and I think we have a lot of them worked out. After I logged off I felt a small sense of relief. Maybe I will be able to forget the words he used towards me and I can have a healthy relationship. When I brought up a time when he was cold to me after my surgery he did apologize for it. I know Darren very well and he is not one to apologize very often. I fully believe he is sorry for all he said to me.
It was a tough night but one I needed . I'm ok though. :) A bit teary eyed but ok.

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