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Showing posts with label carefree single senior. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2022

YOU'RE GOLDEN, BABY

This morning, I went to two different Fellowships with Chrystal – both in the same town, a street apart: the second one was her uncle’s church.

Chrystal is Holland’s cousin – and also my friend. The first Fellowship started at 10:30, which is earlier than Oak Point’s church, so I didn’t spend too much time with makeup this morning: just simple, quick applications πŸ˜‰

Maintenance tools ...
‘Gentle’ for eyebrow line; ‘Glory’ for lid color, ‘Groovy’ & ‘Adventurous’ for liners; ‘Glam Brown’ Mascara, ‘Coral Ember’ CrΓ¨me Blush, & 'Nude Intense' Lipstick.
'Liquid Gold' Nail Polish, & 'Crystal Clear' Topcoat polish.

There has been a lot of manipulative hassling going on with the Oak Point church for the better part of the fifteen months I’ve attended there every week – four times a week: there is an old 89-year-old-harpy there, named jeannie, who has gone after the pastor e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y.2.4.h.o.u.r.s.a.d.a.y. – basically forcing the board to get rid of him: no valid reason, other than he can’t be broken by her continual attacks. She needs to be in control – I, personally, feel she’s demonically possessed and fueled by pure hatred. Holland is a board member. Yesterday, the pastor resigned (just tired of the constant attacks) … and I left (also tired of the continual maliciousness): Holland stayed. Strike 1, against our budding relationship. He called me last night – I said I was never going back to Oak Point church; and during the course of the hour-long phone call asked him to join Chrystal and me at his uncle’s church the next town over. He promised he’d meet us there: it was an olive branch move.

Or so I thought.

He pulled a no-show, and called later with a lame-assed excuse. Strike 2. So, I said, “We can be friends Holland, but no more dating. Trust is a sticking point with me – when someone breaks trust with me, I’m pretty much done; broken trust can never be fixed.”

So, that’s that. Holland is history … BUT I am thankful for his place in my journey. He helped me smile again – with feeling. He helped me heal. My brief interaction with him, taught me that I can comfortably accept attention, advances, and affection from men – other than Bob; for that lesson I am thankful.

I’m okay with the break, and moving forward as a happy, carefree Senior single πŸ˜‰