The One Where I Get Busted

Last night Chandler and I were talking about our relationship and the fast track it is on. Many factors played into it but the funniest part (at least for him) was after we first talked, he told me to call him later in the week and we would get together to do something.

Friday came and I had not called him yet. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to do something or that I had plans already for the weekend. . .it was because I had opted, as I had since I first moved here, to keep myself closed off to people. I had a plan and the plan did not have anything to do with staying here. I wanted to go home, to Nashville.

I had stopped at Target and Earth Fare for a couple of items and didn’t hear my phone ring, so once I got home I realized that he had called. I called him back and we chatted, discussed options of things to do and then agreed on seeing a movie that night.

Being that I can be a horrible person, I could have just ignored his call but I didn’t for whatever reason. I called him back and I haven’t regretted that decision, not even for a second.

But last night he called me out on it and I had to admit to him that I was being silly and should have called him that week, like he had told me to. But I am a bit stubborn and I can relate to the parable about the guy asking for God’s help in a flood but never takes the boat, helicopter, etc., instead drowning and asking Him why he didn’t save him. Yep, that is me from time to time. It has to be His grace that had me opt to call Chandler back.

And I get it, no need to boast that I was the silly one or the I told you so’s from friends and family. It happens when you are not planning for it or even looking for it. I have to laugh about it now because that K family stubborn streak has gotten me into trouble more times than not but thankfully, Chandler can see past it, the many quirks I have and the ability to trip over my own feet and see that I am worth beating over the head with a club from time to time.

Life is kind of funny sometimes, I look back on the boy, Jorge and Bubba and laugh. Those guys, while having some sort of redeeming qualities were not the ones for me. And I no longer have to force that stupid square peg into the round hole. And thank goodness for that because I was getting exhausted!


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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