One Weak Week

Seven days later and I'm still bloated, still sore, and still alone.

I just re-read my last post...what does a girl have to do to get a little bit of attention from the guy she really likes? One would think surgery would do it, but not in this case.

I have heard zilch from my Butterfly since those few fleeting text messages after my surgery. No emails, no phone calls, no text messages, no smoke signals, and no pigeons (although there are a few nesting on my balcony, none came with a note).

NOTHING
NOTHING
NOTHING

Which is what I should be feeling for him now. NOTHING. He has shown me beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is a grade-A-son-of-a-bitch-loser-mother-fucker.

But last night I was lying in bed wishing on a star, hoping with all my might, that he would contact me. He's leaving tomorrow for a 2 week vacation to Portugal. His Facebook status says "Butterfly wants your home address if You want a postcard from him." I am soooooooo tempted to email him my address. But I know I'll only be disappointed when he doesn't send me a postcard. Just like he didn't call me this WHOLE week. I'm housebound, and he's currently between jobs so there's nothing stopping us from being together for a few hours.

Okay, I think I'm done being a whiny loser. But you gotta cut me some slack. It was the first guy I allowed myself to care about since my husband. Since LAST SUMMER! I knew it would be hard, and I knew it would hurt, but I didn't anticipate it would suck this badly.