I told myself I would not care anymore.
I promised myself that I could never again get so caught up in a relationship that had the potential to hurt me so deeply. I would certainly never care about people I will never really meet or KNOW in my real life.
I lied. I lied to myself, which is the worst kind of lie. I ignored all my gut feelings and my instincts. I let myself get caught up in the emotions and I got lost.
Now I am paying the price. My heart is going to be trampled and I am not sure I am strong enough to handle the pain.
I check the National Leagure standings every single day. I get that sick yet hopeful feeling in the pit of my stomach as SI.com loads. This year's National League Central race might kill me before it is all over.
The last time the Cubs were in a playoff game was the day my mother died. I left the hospital feeling kind of numb - it hadn't hit me yet. I went to her house, sat on her couch, turned on her TV - and watched MY team die in the 3rd straight game. They could not even give me the comfort of winning ONE playoff game that year.
So I said - never again.
And yet here I am - caught up helplessly and hopefully - desperate for this year to be different.
Feels like every other year for a Cubs fan.
I promised myself that I could never again get so caught up in a relationship that had the potential to hurt me so deeply. I would certainly never care about people I will never really meet or KNOW in my real life.
I lied. I lied to myself, which is the worst kind of lie. I ignored all my gut feelings and my instincts. I let myself get caught up in the emotions and I got lost.
Now I am paying the price. My heart is going to be trampled and I am not sure I am strong enough to handle the pain.
I check the National Leagure standings every single day. I get that sick yet hopeful feeling in the pit of my stomach as SI.com loads. This year's National League Central race might kill me before it is all over.
The last time the Cubs were in a playoff game was the day my mother died. I left the hospital feeling kind of numb - it hadn't hit me yet. I went to her house, sat on her couch, turned on her TV - and watched MY team die in the 3rd straight game. They could not even give me the comfort of winning ONE playoff game that year.
So I said - never again.
And yet here I am - caught up helplessly and hopefully - desperate for this year to be different.
Feels like every other year for a Cubs fan.


It was during the last of the four Super Bowls, at halftime. We were up for the second time against those, um, *eyes the crowd* not-my-favorite-team Cowboys. After being trounced rather rudely last year, we were actually winning at halftime, by a full touchdown. This year it could happen, it really could happen. I honestly, cross my heart, went into the bathroom and got down on my knees in gratitude. In the second half everything disintegrated into another trouncing.
I didn't entirely forgive Him until the Sabres made it well into the hockey playoffs several years later.



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