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Britta: I am so proud of you Honey!!!

Thank you very much!
Update: I don't have a particular religion, but I pray. When I pray, I say, "Dear God, Goddess, Ancestors (I
am Native American after all) Guardian Angels, Random Deities, My Strength Within, the Cosmos, and the Inexplicable Intricate Web of the Universe,........" and continue with my prayer. I prayed this morning, for strength. All day I was a mess. The BF sent a COLD ASS email when I tried to ask him for something. And didn't answer my second one. Yes, I was groveling like a slave.
But then I got Lucas to agree to meet me in San Jose. From the get go he entertained me with fun chatter. I apologized for being a wreck but he was sensitive. He took me to dinner--paid for EVERYTHING. He was sweet and kind and gave me hugs. He was brilliant in his analysis of how things are when I described my feelings. He did not push on me, "break up with him," although very later he admitted that he felt that was probably best AFTER I admitted it was best for me. He admitted to me that in high school (he was my first long term boyfriend when we were 15 and 16) I was his only friend, that he was screwed up from the physical abuse and intimidation from his father. He said he valued that highly and to this day. We talked about our juvenile relationship and learned how we felt, when we were too young and closed off to express it. I told him the truth: he was the first man I ever deeply loved. He told me the truth: while he wasn't in a place to really love anyone like that, he is grateful that I was there for him, even when he never communicated his pain.
He told me about a time I honestly don't remember well, when I came over to his house unexpected. Without talking, he began to cry (he would NEVER cry in front of his family, his dad would have punched him and called him a pussy). He said, I wordlessly went over to him and hugged him and comforted him until he was done. Then I smiled and left, which he never forgot and always appreciated. I didn't realize I was such a caring, sensitive 15 year old!!! LOL!!!!
Basically we agreed to always be friends. I was his best friend, we love each other dearly, I feel so comfortable around him, and he treated me exactly how I wish my BF (which I can barely write, I feel so like it's not true) was capable of treating me, sans the romance. Don't worry folks, we're not starting up a romantic envolvement!!! Not like the thought didn't cross my mind, but I know very well I cannot get involved with anyone, even though I'm so animalistic and sexually driven I can't honestly say I am not going to have sex until I'm "ready." I can't promise that. But I digress. Lucas gave me exactly what I needed: clarity and compassion, a newfound strength and self-love again. It dawned on me, and after my birthday party too,
people really love me, I am amazed at how my friends are loyal and help me when I need it most, and give me what I need. I'm shaking my head in wonderment. I am loveable. My BF doesn't love me anymore, but that is his own issue and not mine. When we end it, I am going to take it gracefully, and I will tell him the truth: even if he erases contact with me for years, he can always email me out of the blue, if he needs support or wants to talk. Because despite his ill treatment of me, I love him and all my friends with all my heart and I will be there for them when they need me, like they are for me. Love is everywhere.
On a weight loss issue note, I ate salmon and brown rice with some kind of sauce at E & O Trading company. We got dessert: chocolate cake and gellato. Mind you, the servings were teeny tiny, but that's fine with me. He insisted on paying for everything and wouldn't take no for an answer. We had 1 beer at a pub. We went to his house and I talked with his mother (yes they live together right now to save money, she's single.) We walked to a park and talked. We sat in my car and talked. I didn't really cry much, but we hugged and I felt so comforted. He's an angel tonight.
I stepped on the scale and actually wispered, "please gain weight," just because I have associated the pound a day loss with my sorrow. I weighed 144, and was actually happy. Tomorrow morning my weight will definitely go to where it truly is, no more of this 139 crap. Trust me, I want to get to the 130s but I don't want heartbreak to get me there, and unhealthy behavior! Can you blame me???
I want to thank you all for being here for me, you love me too, wow!
I need to sleep, it's 1am but I might drive by a few diaries, don't be offended your isn't one of them....I just need more time. Also, i want to PM a lot of you, markedly Brit and Randy and Cerella, but I'm too pooped!
Peace and Love, Valerie
