The waggon

My ex and I had a chat this morning. I gave her a “Kalendergave” this morning. A small rubiks cube. For me it symbolised our relationship and I know how much she loves to solve puzzles. It got us talking and I basically told her how I was feeling. Much of what I said to her was in last couple of night’s posts. She asked if that meant that I thought we shouldn’t get back together? I said no, I didn’t think we should. Life moves on. We’ll both be better off in the long run. I feel happy about this decision. I have listened to the voice inside of me and it’s for the best.

The reason for the title of this post is that I’ve fallen off the waggon. I have smoked dope the last two days. Stopping for a couple of days cleared my head, but I felt that I needed space to bring my relationship to an end. Plus I felt like it. But I am back in control again. I’m am going to put the piece somewhere safe and forget about it until next Saturday. I will not smoke before Saturday night. I would really like to spend my days off clear-headed. My long-term goal is still to stop smoking dope and it doesn’t really matter if I fall off the waggon, as long as I get back on again.

Am really looking forward to my days off. I’m meeting up with friends all my nights off, so I’m quite busy but it’s gonna be great to be out of the house and in control.

Have a good day.

Should I stay or should I go?

I’m feeling stronger every day. I am beginning to feel that Louise made the right decision in ending the relationship. After my crisis 2 years ago, when I fell out of love with my ex, I decided to compromise in a lot of ways to be able to live the dream of marrying my girl. That might have been the wrong decision, but at least I gave it a shot.

I am beginning to feel that I’m in control again. I think that we were both chasing a feeling that was once there and I respect her for having the guts to end an unhappy relationship. Thank you baby you have opened a whole new world of opportunites for me.

If I hadn’t mentioned it, I am in the process of putting my restaurant up for sale. This means that I have to find something new after January/February. Originally when all of this started four weeks ago I decided to sell the restaurant and I thought that I would find a job as a web designer. However I’m beginning to feel that maybe going south to the alps and working as a luxury chalet chef or chalet manager might be a very interesting move. 

I am highly qualified to do it and the sun and sports would really do a lot of good for my soul. I think it would also be a hell of a lot of fun. It would mean admiting that I was only in Denmark for ex. It would mean that I’d be leaving some friends behind, but there’s always facebook and good friends keep in touch.

Well done!

Well it’s day four and I’m still dope free but it was bloody hard. I didn’t think about dope all day today but when work was over, god did I feel like a joint. But I managed to resist! My business partner smoked a joint in front of me tonight and I managed to resist the urge not to puff. Of course he asked first if it was alright if he smoked a joint and I said yes, but it smelt soooo good. I’m very proud of myself that I managed to resist the temptation.

With the regards to the break up of my relationship I’ve been alot more realistic today. Yes there is still a huge hole in my life where her love used to be, but I’m beginning to realise that she is not the only girl in the world. There must be others out there that I’m just as attracted to and who actually fits my personality better. Maybe not so controlled and more passionate. When she is your girlfriend she can be very loving, but I’m beginning to realise that she actually has a quite a stern, cold and perfectionist side to her personality. The ice queen. She has a really beautiful personality under this exterior, I just hope for her sake that she doesn’t let the perfectionist take control in her future.

A short post tonight. It’s late and I’m tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.

From one day to the next

One day you’re walking around minding your own business, thinking you’ve got a good relationship, that you’re going to be marrying the girl of your dreams and the next all your dreams are shattered. Out of the blue she tells you that she is unhappy and is no longer attracted to you. She loves you but only as a friend. All of a sudden you’re sleeping on the guest bed and life sucks! Maybe she could have thought of that 10 months ago when you asked her to marry you, maybe even 6 months ago when you decided to buy an appartment together.

Godamn, I lost my heart to this girl. I don’t understand how things can go so catastrophically wrong in 6 months. Yes, I’ve been distracted. I haven’t paid her enough attention, been supportive enough and maybe I have taken her for granted for the last nine months. But for fucks sake I’ve just opened a restaurant and I thought she supported me. But the thing that pisses me off the most is that she didn’t come and talk to me when things started going sour. I would have closed the restaurant down from one day to the next if she’d just told me how she was feeling. When she first started talking about taking a break four weeks ago, she said she couldn’t go on pretending anymore. You don’t have to fucking pretend, just tell me what’s going on and we can work it out.

For god’s sake I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, I would jump through fire for you. Anything, anything at all but just talk to me and tell me how you’re feeling. I would do it for you because I love you!

How much did I lie?

If you read my other posts, then you probably think that I’ve been an extremely deceitful person. Four years ago on coming to Denmark I would lie every time she asked me if I’d been smoking. But as our relationship progressed and grew I would admit it more often. In the last year or so when she has asked me if I’d been smoking, I have admitted it every time. Mind you it’s not very often that she has asked in the last year. I’ve even admitted to it voluntarily several times.

I just don’t think she realised the scale of my addiction. It’s going to be a very scary thing to tell her but I really want to once I’ve been clean for some time, even if we aren’t going out anymore. I just wish I’d stopped earlier, maybe I could have saved my relationship.

The secret smoker

So day two is over. It wasn’t too hard. I had a bit of a pang today when I met up with my business partner and upon leaving he said he was going to stick around in the restaurant for a while and smoke a joint (we are closed today). The papers and hash were on the table and I managed to walk out. Feeling very chuffed about that. But once again I’m in bed early. Partly to write my journal but also to stop me getting bored watching tv and then sneaking out to pick something up. A much better idea going to bed if you ask me.

Well I’ve titled this post the secret smoker. That’s what I was. A secret and lonely smoker. My ex made it very clear that she disagreed with me smoking dope. As much as I love her I didn’t seem to be able to stop. So I hid it. Fucking junkie! But then again I’m the sort of person that if you tell me not to do something I’ll just go right ahead and do it. Probably what lead me down this path was a combination of stubbornness and addiction. Hopefully I’ve grown up now!

How did I hide it? Many different ways. I had secret stashes around the appartment and I tried to be careful. Sometimes she found unsmoked cigarette stubs, other times papers. But then I either admitted that yeah I still smoked occasionally or that the evidence was very old and I’m not smoking at the moment. But when you’re clearing out a freezerbag full of buttends and papers from behind the bookshelf every 3 months, then you know you’re a secret smoker.

How would I smoke without being caught. I would roll on the toilet. If you put the hash in your groin, it warms up and you can fluff it without a flame, because a lighter makes a noise. I would sit on the toilet and roll my joint. Usually I’d let her go to bed first so that I had peace and quiet on the toilet, then I’d smoke my “goodnight cigarette” out the window. Then I’d brush my teeth and go to bed. Sometimes she was asleep, sometimes still awake but she rarely noticed. 

It wasn’t because I didn’t enjoy being together with her. It wasn’t because I was trying to escape from her company. Not at all! I loved being around her. I just needed to stop the everyday thoughts running through my head from driving me insane. Under the influence those thoughts could just flow freely and I wouldn’t have to lie there analysing them. 

I am so sorry I deceived you baby. You were my one and everything and the reason why I smoked was not in any way your fault. I’m sorry.