biggmamakass


In Bed

I lay in bed. Still in “my” side of the bed. You would think that I would have moved to the center or at least have someone in the empty spot. There isn’t. There isn’t even a part time bed warmer.

This brings me to my next thought. Why? I went on a date a few weeks ago. He was nice, cute, stable. There was no chemistry. None, zero, zilch, nada. He tried to kiss me and I did the unthinkable. I turned my head and his kiss landed on my check. I grabbed the door and got out as fast as I could.

After the shock of what I just did wore off, I texted The Boy. Light conversation as always. I try to keep it that way, knowing how I feel. I wanted him to be the warm spot next to me in bed.

I know better. I know that life is full of shit and you have to decide how much shit you want. At this point, I’m not getting younger. Life is traveling too damn fast and I being left in the dust. I don’t like this, yet I don’t know how to change it.