Yesterday, I turned 31. It was shaping up to be one of the best birthdays on record: I woke up cuddling with Morgan in my bed, which was amazing. After our first date last week, he had set an alarm for midnight on my birthday so he could text me as soon as he woke up. When it went off, he said he didn’t know he’d be with me at midnight, and he wanted to make sure I knew he was thinking about me. Turns out he has the same thing about birthdays that I do. My back-up at work didn’t give me a bunch of shit when I sent her a text that I’d be 30 minutes late to work (I didn’t tell her why…). Clinic was great! I worked on my surgical paperwork in the morning. Kathleen took me to lunch at Noodles and Company. Erin called me at lunch and sang “Happy Birthday” to me, Marilyn Monroe style. The afternoon went super smooth and I accomplished a lot. My mom took me to dinner at one of my favorite places and I got a super awesome brownie from our waitress and I swear she was on the most awesome happy pills. She had a great tattoo of a mounted deer on her forearm… she was magical.
Then Matt happened. I’ve written about Matt before. He drinks a lot. A LOT. He tells me all of the time I’m so amazing and I’m so beautiful and I’m going to give in and marry him one day. Ugh… I love Matt like a brother, and there’s no way I’d marry my brother. Matt texted me at 5:00 am that he had a flat tire. I didn’t get said text until after 7:30 am (or was it 8:00?) when I was reluctantly rolling out of bed. Being his boss, I gave him some shit and told him that he better be there by 1:00. This isn’t the first time he has texted me with an insincere excuse for not coming in. I knew he had a date the night before, but come on. I had a date the night before that went quite well, and I still managed to drag my ass in to work on 4 hours of sleep (4 hours is probably generous). Turns out that he had a few drinks too many on his date and had a tiff with the lady he had been seeing for a few weeks. She left and he went on a 24 hour bender. I knew he had a drinking problem, but I had no idea how bad it was. Long story short, he made a lot of poor decisions then called me four times during dinner with my mom. I ignored most of them because I was still irritated by the obviously drunken text messages I had been receiving most of the day. I finally called him after my mom dropped me off at home. He was at a bar and wanted me to come hang out. I told him I’d take him home, but I wasn’t going to have a drink. His mom stopped me in the parking lot as I drove up. She and his father were driving his car home, which had the donut on but even the donut looked flat. They were super worried but thankful that I was there because they knew he would listen to me. This was the first time I met his parents. Apparently he talks about me a bit. I was able to drag him out of the bar within five minutes, but we ended up sitting in my car for almost an hour because he didn’t want to go home. I think he was embarrassed for me to find out he lived with his parents. After he told me what he’d been up to since his date the night before, which included lots of alcohol, driving and no sleep, I drove him home and we sat outside for a while. I mentioned it was my birthday, and his mother looked immediately mortified. I said it wasn’t a big deal, but she emerged from the house a few minutes later with a bracelet in hand. “I got it at an estate sale but I can’t wear it because it’s too small for my wrist.” She put the gold bracelet on me and wouldn’t let me give it back. Matt was irritated, but I thought it was sweet. She thanked me a ton and went back inside. Matt pulled out his phone and called his sponsor. After I got home, his mother texted me that she had taken him to an AA meeting and he was already on the road to recovery. I picked him up this morning and took him to work. After work, I accompanied him to another meeting. I told him I would take him every Wednesday as long as he wanted. He wasn’t happy about saying yes, but I think he’s glad that I offered to go with him. I guess I won’t be going to trivia for a while, but my friend is more important. It’s hard to see him go through such a difficult time, and I hope he’ll continue to accept my support.
The rest of my night was equally interesting. As I drove home from Matt’s house around 10:00 pm, 4 of my 5 nieces on my ex-husband’s side called me and sang “Happy Birthday.” Their ages are 14, 6, 4, and 2. It was ridiculously cute and I love them. Aury called me sometime after 11:00 pm. I’m still not really sure what he wanted. He asked how I was doing, to which I replied something like “I’m fantastic” or “I’m great,” because it’s true. I’m incredibly happy. There was a considerable amount of silence and he said “happy birthday.” I don’t know if he thought I’d have a change of heart because he remembered my birthday or what, but it had very little effect on me. I know he reads my writing and, for all I know, he could just be trying to make amends for being such a jerk. After meeting Morgan, I realize that I shouldn’t have to tell a person exactly what I need from the get-go. Not that he should know what I want all of the time, but we should be on the same wavelength a fair amount of the time. Morgan and I laugh. We laugh a lot. We tell each other stupid jokes and give each other shit constantly. It’s like I took every good part of all the men I’ve dated over the past two years and put them in one fellow. Except his grammar. His grammar is atrocious at times, but if he has to have a flaw that is one with which I can deal. I’ve known him approximately one and a half weeks and he has already introduced me to all of his friends and asked me to go on a double date with his best friend. He told me that I should keep my plans to move to Seattle in the spring, saying that I’ll always regret it if I don’t. He said if there’s anything worth coming back home for, it’ll be waiting for me when and if I return. I’m not sure if he was referring to himself, my family, my friends or all of the above, but it was exactly what I needed to hear. It seems like a whirlwind, but I feel like I finally have what I deserve. I have a great job. My family loves me. My friends are awesome. I met someone who actually gets me and I truly enjoy being around him. Whether it’s just for now or forever, I’m okay with either.
Last week, I felt afraid to just open up and be myself. These past few days, I’ve felt amazing. The doubt is still there, but has gone from a loud ROAR to a tiny mew. I don’t know what’s going to happen. And you know what? It feels GREAT!