Undecided Pure
Sep 5, 2018 · 3 min read

A quiet night

This is my real life. I woke at 440a this morning and I was thinking, why am I awake? I couldn’t go back to sleep so I played on my phone and finally got up for a shower and then got dressed and headed out 1 hour and 45 minutes early. Man today is just going to suck. I get my Sb’s coffee and roll into the office. Damn, boss man is already there.

I suck down my coffee and plow thru the list of things that were on my desk that needed to be done before we started getting customer calls. I started working on my new things that arose after the holiday weekend. I get a call from P and we talk briefly about if the dog can stay in her call while she returns something to a store. She said 3 minutes tops inside. It’s already 85 outside. I said the dog should be fine. Dogboy gave her a stare that would have killed if it could because she left him in the car and didn’t take him with her. She said he was still giving her the same stare when she came out.

I texted her during my lunch and told her to call me and she did. She asked if anything was wrong and I said I just wanted to hear her voice. “why are you acting all weird?” “Cause I love you baby”. We finished our convo and were done.

Went back to the office and pounded out several more things that doesn’t show on my daily record of things done (my daily to do list) but helped everyone in the office out. Left at 5 and headed home. I got about halfway home and got my call from P and asked if I had left yet, I said I had and was halfway home. I continued to rush home to see my baby.

We decided yesterday to go out for dinner tonight and redeem some free money from her favorite food place. they have a new mantra about better service one breadstick at a time. bullshit. horrible service. Food was ok but for the price it could be better. She did homework while I was on the lookout for our food. We ate and we got out.

We got back home and I rested my head on her ever so violent belly and actually fell asleep a couple of times. I don’t usually do that. I was comfortable and was able to really relax with her this evening. I love her more everyday.

I’m sure P noticed but I talked about S tonight before we left. I’m finding myself sharing more about my dogs than I’ve ever done since I split with my ex. Tonight was a silly story about how S would sneak into the bedroom after our last potty break before bed. How I would call her a Rat to get her back in the kitchen. It wasn’t anything huge but I didn’t shed a tear or feel super sad like I couldn’t leave the house. I will cry now but I’m making progress. I loved both those dogs so fucking much. I would have died to keep them alive. They were my babies. They were my children. I’m the daddy that gave up on them so he could be happy.

This is my all time favorite picture I’ve ever taken. She was maybe 6 weeks old and she sat down and was still so I could snap this pic of her. This was her first day in her forever home.
Undecided Pure

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Someone who is trying to find their way thru life. I’ve been divorced 2+ years. I’m a workaholic. I love P thru everything that we go thru. Is she my soulmate?

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