Distractions

School and work were wonderful distractions.  I would occasionally call and talk to J. and they were really good at sending pictures regularly, and life marched on.  Ryan was almost two years old, and it just seemed like a horrible nightmare.  In 1998 I went to my sister's wedding in Florida and met a guy.  He was really nice and sweet and very Greek.  His name was John or Yanni in Greek.  He lived in Atlanta, Georgia, and with me in San Antonio, somehow we decided to try to make it work long distance.  We talked on the phone all the time and e-mailed .  We talked and talked and learned quite a bit about each other.  Finally I decided to tell him about Ryan and he was less than supportive.  He wasn't hurtful, but he just kind of ignored it all and chose to change the subject whenever it came up.  Like an idiot, I just looked past it and moved on.  He flew me to Atlanta for Christmas break and then we drove to Pensacola to visit my sister and his mom.  She was wonderful!  To this day I still love Sophia.  She is the epitome of Greek mommas.  She lived to cook and clean and spoil her little boy.  It was fun.  This was the first time that I had ever spent Christmas away from my parents, but my first Christmas with my sister.  Being 12 years older than I am, and growing up with her mom, we never spent holidays together, it was really nice.

I flew to Atlanta and he came here quite a bit, at least 5-6 times a year.  He was an engineer and made good money and had no problem driving down, or flying me up.

Once again though, I chose wrong.  He cared about me, but couldn't stand that I was always trying to loose weight.  I don't know if he liked me overweight, or what, but once again, he didn't accept me for who I was.  Eventually, I would just not eat for about a week before I saw him so that he wouldn't say anthing if I didn't want to eat much.  Stupid, I know, but I was still sick.  Oh yeah, and he was a liar.

He told me over and over that he was trying to transfer to San Antonio with his company and even came down once to speak with the office here.  Come to find out, he had absolutely no intention on coming here, in fact, he was planning on moving home and expected me to move to Florida with him, even though I made it clear from the begining that San Antonio was my home.  After 2 years, he dropped that bomb on me and I told him to go to hell and that was that.  He told me over the phone, so we broke up over the phone, just like the rest of our relationship, all on the phone.

Once again I was alone again, and I needed a distraction.