Shock Value

So it's been a year since the last time I wrote on this blog! So much has happened! So much has changed! I was living in Miami at the time I wrote that last year; depressed because I was stuck in a relationship with a crazy man. Well I was also traveling for work and one business trip I had decided I had enough and flew home without telling him (we had moved in together at The Setai) and packed my stuff into my car and drove! Well, he had come home while I was packing and flipped out! He ran after my car, I cried and drove, the typical Virginia/Alex drama. That summer really sucked. As I recall, that was my birthday and I spent it blowing the bag of coke I found in our apartment in a Hampton Inn in the middle of Georgia. I didn't sleep that night and kept driving the next morning until I got to my mom's house in Wilmington, NC. I think I cried the whole way home.

It was my first attempt to be single...I started contact with him again and ended up driving my shit BACK down to Florida where he proceeded to kick me out! We got in a fight, a full length mirror crashed, my dog hid under the bed, he called security on me!!! and I had to drive BACK up to NC again!!! This time crying with my poor dog in my lap. Well, I thought I finally learned my lesson about Alex. Nope, had to deal with him one more time...

After that, I spent the rest of the summer trying to love myself again and traveling alone for work which had it's good and bad points. I hooked up with this cute guy in nantucket who just had a baby (!) with the girlfriend he cheated on me with...seriously. Then I packed my shit AGAIN and drove to NYC, my final resting place for the last year.

I was staying with my dad, which really wasn't working out. I rushed into getting an apartment in Park Slope over a Flat Fix. I was to hear tire drilling for the next 8 months. I let an old friend from college move in with me who turned out to be a complete drug addict and therefore getting me back into the whole mess. Her boyfriend chose to maintain a place on my couch also and refused to pay me rent. This is all after I tried to reconcile with Alex again and he shoved me across the kitchen floor, making me call the police.

Finally, my dad sold my grandfather's house, I made some cash, and got the hell out of Brooklyn faster than you can say Ambesol. I have been living in the West Village in a teeny tiny studio alone (thank god) for the past few months and have been doing (on the whole) a helluva lot better than last year.