Those of you that follow my blog, know that I was pretty confident that I had totally screwed up a good thing. But I was wrong. So very wrong. Basically, I had a total melt down and showed my crazy. Instead of walking away, he said, "I'll be there at 7." And since then I have mentioned "my man" a few times on Facebook. I had someone message me to tell me that they are glad that I will finally be happy. I had another one message me to tell me I shouldn't let my happiness rely so heavily on someone else. Why do people think they know me well enough to make either of those assumptions? And more importantly, why do people think its their place to provide me with their opinion when I haven't asked for it? If there is one thing I have learned about people in my 39 years, it is that most people don't bother to tell other people what they are thinking. That means that if 2 people took the time to message me, LOTS more are thinking one or the o