I hate the word anniversary. Especially when it comes to the rape. It was four yeas ago. If it wasn't for a couple of unrelated events, I wouldn't have even connected it.
That's what sucks about events like that.
You think everything is okay. You've done countless hours of counseling, self-reflection. You think you are getting past it when something incredibly completely innocuous occurs.
And it puts you in a tailspin. Something like someone coming up behind you and touching you on the shoulder. The 'floaty' feeling of nitrous oxide at the dentist reconnects you with the drugged feeling during the rape and you freak out. Or wondering about men - I think that's why I still cling (in varying degrees) to Hot Stud. He's proven himself - he's 'safe'.
I no longer feel like I have to disclose on a first date that I was raped. That was an evolution. It's something that I would certainly disclose to any man I am intimate with - because something simple as a hand on my throat can still send me into a full-fledged panic attack.
But we all have traumatic events in our lives. Some believe we are never given more than what we can handle. I don't subscribe to that. However, we have a choice. We can let an event beyond our control our future. Those events will influence us.
I hate the fact that what Todd (the rapist) did to me - so significantly changed WHO I am. He 'got away' with it. The police chose not to pursue it. In the deposition last fall, he lied and contradicted himself so ridiculously that I was dumbfounded that his attorneys could keep a straight face.
We were moving forward to a trial date.
And he files bankruptcy - listing me as a creditor. Now mind you, there's been no judgment, no settlement, nothing. But with one stroke of a pen, a Judge that has never even read the case or knows about what HE did to me, erases it all.
So he gets away with it yet again.
Still, I believe in karma. I wish that fate will yield me the opportunity to have a front row seat when it comes around for him.
It no longer hangs over my head as a word I would use to define myself - but the event still defined me more significantly than anything else in my life. I hope one day that I will have a positive defining event by another man that will help refine that definition.
Until then, I am still me. They say that a bone broken grows back stronger - and I feel like I was very broken, even destroyed - in some ways I am still me. I feel stronger in some ways but also still feel incredibly fragile.
Yet there are moments when I smile and laugh - it is genuine - those moments mean so much more nowadays.
My coworker - the one that was urgently looking for an inpatient rehab program in February, was having drunk sex with strangers in bar bathrooms, then 'fell in love' with a female friend's former bf that lived many states away. He was a dork - two weeks ago, he dumped her via text saying he 'met the woman he was going to marry' that weekend.
Lovely. She was devastated. They'd spent two weekends together. She confided that he was a pothead - loser - had no job...
I suggested that she might want to take a break from romance - focus on her. She's got some issues. She agreed.
So she meets another guy here locally - had a date with him three days after being dumped. She's already smitten with him. Drinking involved.
She insists that she's going to 'take it slow' with him. (Yeah, right.) She's already obsessing if she doesn't hear from him texting/calling every few hours. She's not going to get naked with him - she swears.
Which explains why she had an emergency lunchtime Brazilian wax yesterday before their date last night. She has to call me and tell me she's in love and going to have sex with him.
She texted/called this morning to tell me how fabulous it was.
I'm really not interested in hearing it because I know it isn't going to end well. I give it until the end of the month to crash and burn. One cannot have a solid relationship when someone is so shaky and unstable - she's looking for someone (or something) to fill voids she can't do herself.
And until she does, she's doomed for more disaster.
Mad crazy week where I didn't stop. Since I set 18 appts the week before, I had to go on them. A few I pushed off because of time. I was at meetings or networking events from 7am - 8pm and then doing work/emails on campaigns in the evening. I have so much work to do this weekend too.
But it was uber-productive. I closed five deals. Two were first time visits.
I also made my presentation on Friday afternoon to the board for a really large ad agency. It went really well. I should expect them to start off small with me, but we will be expanding into other markets. It was fun.
Hot Stud and I were going to go to an Arabian farm's party, but it's rainy and he's having more family drama. Tomorrow I'm supposed to see Radio Boy but I'm not feeling it. I'm grateful the weather is icky this weekend - I can lay low and chill while catching up on work.
I would have loved to hang with Hot Stud (friendship-wise) but it wasn't in the cards.
Over there on Tblurts, someone was ranting about Texas' policy of having rape victims (I hate that word) paying for their own rape kit.
That made me realize that 4 years ago, to the day, was when I was raped by Todd. I've shared some of my struggles and frustrations since then. Some things I couldn't write about because of the public-ness of the Internet.
I've got to head into work, but I'm going to write about all of that when I get home today.
Four years. It seems like so much longer than that. Had I not read her blurts, it would have passed by without me noticing.
Yesterday while on my date, I was distracted by another couple sitting opposite me. (The date couldn't see what I saw.)
They were kissing a lot. That caught my attention. He was very affectionate (which I certainly can appreciate). They were drinking some serious beverages.
And she was not sitting very ladylike. I could see her panties. If I was a guy, maybe it would be a little more appealing. It did nothing to me. Although my date said he saw that I was distracted by something. (I told him what I saw. There were kids around... and dogs. They didn't need to see that.)
I just kept thinking "Your momma didn't teach you right."
So this evening, the former non-roomie and I were supposed to go to dinner and then to an improv comedy performance. He's a real fan of improv and I thought it would be fun. The show starts promptly at 9.
So he calls me at 6 and says that he's heading home, letting the dogs out and showering and then he'd be here. Did I mind if we just went to dinner and skipped the improv?
I really wanted to go to the improv. But I said "fine". He said he'd be here "by 8".
Considering his history of timeliness, I opted not to get ready until I heard that he was on the way.
But at 8pm, I was famished. So I texted him asking if he was on the way. Not a peep.
At 8:23, I send another text saying I am going ahead and eating. Not a peep in reply.
(Am I surprised? Sadly, no.) I texted Doc Xray as we have plans for lunch tomorrow, confirming we were on. He's on call - so our plans could be ended at any moment.
Asked what he was doing tonight. He was at his hotel. Asked if he wanted to come over and bake carrot cake cupcakes with me.
He said sure.
So he's on his way. It's 9:27. I told the former non-roomie last night that he was still on my shit list.
Now he's not even on my list. I am still totally dumbfounded by his flakiness. I have given the guy more than enough rope to hang himself a dozen times and he's proceeded to do it each time.
At least Date #1 had the courtesy to show up for our date.
So we met at a cool restaurant/bar overlooking the park this afternoon. Slightly cloudy, breeze, so it was nice. He looked nice enough - he confessed his daughter told him he had no clothes that were suitable for a date and took him shopping yesterday. (How cute)
But the conversation was difficult. I wasn't feeling any chemistry. (He is a handsome man, but that isn't what drives me.) I kept asking questions and leaving long enough pauses for him to ask me something. Our server disappeared for at least half an hour - we wanted to eat - I was tempted to ask another server to give ours a kick in the butt, however, he's the guy, ya know?
There were tons of dogs around - friendly ones - great watching them. Then "the date" wanted to go walk around the park. (I'm not exactly in hiking around the park attire - I'm in cute strappy sandals.) Still, we walked. He continued to talk about his kids, his job, yada yada yada.
All I could think was...thud.
I figured that it was mutual non-click.
But I was wrong. I said I had plans tonight - coworker had invited me to his kids recital (which is technically true). 3+ hours was more than enough time. Ironically, we were parked next to each other. He goes in for a kiss, I turn my face so he gets my cheek. Then he asks when he can see me again.
Apparently, it wasn't a mutual non-click. I told him that my schedule was pretty crazy the week or so, that we'll have to stay in touch and figure something out.
(Hopefully he'll figure out I wasn't swept off my feet.)
I mean - I did wonder, maybe it's not all about being struck by lightning upon a first meeting. But there's got to be some sort of spark that makes you want to know more, right?
I've got a super-busy weekend, date-ically speaking.
Saturday late lunch with a new prospect. He's the one into gun shows, works nights, lives really far south of the city and poo-poos coming up north. He repeatedly suggested we get together for lunch during the week. Tried to explain to him (repeatedly) that I don't even stop for lunch. It's inhaled at my desk while working or while I'm driving.
Then ex-former roomie and I are having dinner then going to an improv comedy show. (He's been very involved with Improv comedy.) I told him that he was still on my shit list.
Tomorrow, supposed to have lunch with Xray doc. He made some suggestive comments which I nixed. I told him it's been a long time and that I was open to lunch, but nothing more. He said fair enough. (We'll see if he even follows up about lunch...) I wouldn't be so disappointed if he bailed.
Busy week. Non-stop. Thursday I was at a networking group at 7am and continued on appts straight until 6pm. Then another networking event until 9pm.
I had breakfast at 5:30am. I had a protein bar in the afternoon.
We have a thrilling meeting on Friday mornings. I realized that I had been invited by a customer to a Friday morning seminar by Scott Waddle (he's the former head of the Submarine Greenville that did an emergency surfacing under a Japanese boat full of schoolchildren. 9 died. It was an incredible story.)
So I called the boss to give him the heads up. He wanted to know who was speaking. I told him I didn't recall - I just had it on my calendar for a month, had forgotten about it until I got a reminder email about the event that day. I hadn't done more than glance at it. He wanted to know how much it cost. I told him I did not know - that a customer had invited me, I didn't ask him how much it was.
Then he started asking me about my appts on Friday. I told him that my brain was fried, I hadn't eaten all day and I was merely calling to let him know I wouldn't be in the morning meeting. He then started lecturing me about not taking time to eat lunch. I explained to him that I had my lunch in my trunk all day but my appts were running long - never had the chance to even get it out of the trunk.
I had to pee and wanted to just collapse into bed. (I didn't tell him that)
The boss starts asking me about what deals I have for the month and what I was forecasting. I finally said to him that I doubt I could even recall my phone number right now. That I would shoot him my schedule (which incidentally is updated in SalesForce for him to see anytime) in the morning. That I had to go.
Friday was another marathon day. I closed a nice-sized deal on Monday for an IVF doc. I hadn't even had time to get it in the system. It was a pretty complex campaign, so Friday afternoon I sat down at my desk to start setting it up. The boss and several people around me are chatting about crap (reality tv shows, cars, etc) I am trying to focus on the campaign. What should have taken me an hour - took me three. They talked until after six pm. (His car was in the shop and he was trying to get someone to give him a lift to the shop. I didn't want that sort of quality time with him. I was on the phone with a prospective customer when he comes over to ask me how long I'm going to be at the office - I wanted to tell him if they would move the chat away - it'd be sooner rather than later.)
I deliberately didn't engage in the conversations - it was clear that I was trying to work. Then after everyone but the boss leaves, I ask him which ad he liked better. Then he tells me I "have" to come see one of his campaigns he did on the West coast for another IVF doc. (I've already seen it on my own.) He argued with me about the views me, a non-manager, can see. I showed him wrong. He (of course) never acknowledged it - he shifted the questioning to something else. I told him that I really needed to get back to the campaign.
I have more than a decade of marketing experience. He has two. He never asks clients details about their business. I do. I understood that my customer's ideal patient is one looking for IVF, not PCOS treatment or egg donation. So I'm not going to attract those non-ideal patients. He wanted to tell me what my client's focus should be - but he never listens.
Wednesday I had an outpatient procedure done regarding my hip pain from the car accident I was in 2+ years ago.
Doc wanted to inject anesthetic into my hip joint to see if my pain disappeared. If it did - then that ruled out my spine being the source of the pain.
They asked if there was any chance I could be pregnant. I laughed and said that would be something for the medical journals.
Injection wasn't too bad - the worst part was that he was playing Air Supply and other 'soft rock' artists. He asked if it was painful. I replied "Are you referring to the music?"
After the procedure (took about 15 mins), I stood up and was AMAZED. No pain (other than from the injection itself) AT ALL. I have been in a constant state of pain for two years. I forgot what it was like to not have that constant reminder.
Sad thing was, the anesthetic wore off about 18 hours later. I asked if I could come back daily for more injections or they could do something more long-lasting. Nope.
Next step is an MRA and most likely surgery to go in and clean out my hip joint. It's good to hear that it is a fixable solution.
I called the attorney's office - to tell them the updates - the Paralegal misunderstood when I said it was my hip - she said "Oh that's horrible, a hip replacement at your age!" No, not a hip replacement... LOL
See doctor in two weeks - my schedule is booked solid next week and I cannot fit him in. How horrible is that? Glimmer of hope that there is a remedy ahead.
Coworker has been on the phone with me ranting about our boss. For 45 minutes. If I had been involved in the situation that she's describing to me, all hell would break loose.
I have a coworker that we'll call Bess. She ALWAYS wears pants. She's fairly trim but she is pear-shaped. (Guys, that means she has a largish butt and thighs)
No one is perfect. (Myself included)
but she wears these pants that are tight-ish and you can clearly see the cellulite in her ass/thighs. I'm not close to her, otherwise I might share with her the wonders of Spanx. She played the boss' pet this week, writing on the white board. I couldn't concentrate on what the discussion was about. I felt like the hosts from "What Not to Wear" reviewing the secret footage.
I know this is catty, but I had to get this off my chest.
Crazy week. Busy with work stuff. No real time for 'life'.
I had lunch yesterday with a man I met at a networking event a few weeks ago. I think there was some chemistry when we first met. Then our lunch yesterday was more 'business-focused' but there was still some 'zing' there.
He's divorced. Has kids that he said he sees far too little. He loves his dogs too.
He said I was getting his business. I'm sorta hoping for something more. ;)
I was approached about doing some writing professionally as a guest editor. Not sure. I would love to get some articles published in print magazines... Still, the offer was flattering.
I think I spoke to the "former roomie" for a total of 3 minutes this week - he said he'd call me back (and of course never did). I'm not chasing. I'm not even reaching out. He feigns he's 'withdrawn' but he's going out with his guy friends. I totally hate the crap when I have to be a stick in the mud when someone isn't behaving well.