It's been over a month since I wrote about Mike. When I first started this journal, he was the focus of many of my entries. It was because of him that I even discovered blogs. He was in Iraq and I was looking for anything I could about what was going on over there. I happened upon some blogs from people who were over there and I was hooked. When I got my new computer and was able to use my full AOL account again, I noticed the journal thingy and thought what the who, I'll give it a try.
By that time, Mike had returned from Iraq and I hadn't heard from him. Not one word. To this day, I still don't know what happened. I thought writing about it and going through his letters and telling the story here would help me to get past it. With the hopes that maybe it would help me to figure out why I attract the wrong kind of men.
I never made it through all of his letters. I lost interest as time went by and other things distracted me. I've really felt like I've gotten past it. I still wonder what happened but the hurt hasn't been there. Well, tonight it came crashing back in thanks to the mail, once again.
I received, yet another returned letter that I mailed to him while he was in Iraq. I wrote the letter July 20th. I am just now receiving it back. It was floating around Camp Pendleton at the beginning of January based on the stamps but I guess for the past six months its been sitting in a mailbag over in Iraq somewhere. Along with it came another one of those damn Nascar magazines too.
Tomorrow is another day. I'm working on a Truth or Dare entry to join those in journalland posting them. I'm fearful I won't come up with anything nearly as exciting, but hopefully you won't figure me out too quickly.