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Happy New Year!

1 Jan

I know I haven’t posted lately…I assure you all is well on the Loverboy front…I even had my first New Years kiss…sad since I’m in my thirties…and was married…but I digress…

I’m typing this on my phone since my laptop is on the fritz, so bear with me as long as you can. Fo realz. Yo. It’s hella good. (My auto correct is totally flipping its shit right now, and it’s making me laugh).

Loverboy and I are AWESOME. I have no complaints whatsoever. I went to his family Christmas with him, and it went well…despite his drunk mother. But I did talk to her before she was drunk, so I have a good idea that she is basically normal. But drunk she told Loverboy he needs to date someone with girls, because she wants granddaughters. She then asked me if I would be willing to have another kid. When I informed her there were no more babies coming out of this va-jay-jay, she rolled her eyes and said ‘Ugh, more boys’. She then took my hand and said, verbatim:

You know, Esme, you were prayed for.

Excuse me?

Apparently Loverboy’s mom has been waiting for him to date for so long, she began to pray. Guess she forgot to specify granddaughters…

As mom of the year was leaving, she hugged me and said that she so hopes, very much, that she sees me again. Loverboy heard this comment, and told his mom to stop making him sound desperate. I, for one of the few times in my life, was speechless.

Loverboy’s sis-in-law later told me that once she heard the pray comment, she ran downstairs where Loverboy and his bros were, yelling ‘Code Red! Code Red! Esme’s in trouble!’ That would be the moment family surrounded me en masse and deflected any more questions and/or comments from Drunky McDrunkerson. And it was very much appreciated!

New Years Eve came, and we decided it was time for the kids to meet. Yes, ladies, we took the biggest step I can think of at this point in time. KIDS! AAAHHHHHHH!!!!
I stressed about it all day, and there was no need to. Our kids got along famously. In fact, mine keep asking to see his again. At the strike of midnight, Loverboy let the kids throw confetti, in his house, which gave the perfect opportunity for him to kiss me. I can’t think of a more perfect way to celebrate ūüôā

With ups come downs, and this time it is in the form of Sunday. Its not even worth hashing out, but it is very pathetic that she is still talking shit about me after six months. Get a fucking life. I found out that she is testifying against me at my custody hearing…despite her divorce lawyers advising against it. When she confronted me about it, I informed her that it would be in her best interest to back down, as I will annihilate her. She said ‘whatever’. I smiled, and I am truly looking forward to fucking her shit up. On record. Which can affect her custody battle. BRING IT BITCH.

One down, a million goods. I truly ended 2011 on such an incredible high. Loverboy. Protection from the ex. My children by my side. I made fabulous friends…Jake, Seal. So many others. I learned a lot about myself in the process. I learned to let go of toxic relationships. I learned to say no. I learned that I’m a pretty fucking awesome chick, and Loverboy is damn lucky to have me.

To quote Barney Stinson:


I rock.

Love, Esme


Some Things MAY Have Been Said.

8 Dec

So Loverboy and I went out for dinner last night.  He was pretty reserved, and I finally got the courage to ask him what was wrong.  I was 100% sure it was me, and I wanted to get it on the table.

It wasn’t.

It was about his daughter.

Apparently, she was in an abusive relationship. ¬†As far as he is SURE of, she isn’t in it anymore. ¬†But he thinks she is still seeing him without him knowing.

This guy had run her off the road in her car, and sent her to the hospital. ¬†He had her drive drunk. ¬†He was verbally abusive, and she was in tears constantly. ¬†Loverboy did everything he could think of. ¬†Calling the police. ¬†Threatening this douche’s life. ¬†Forbidding her to go out with him. ¬†She told Loverboy she broke it off, but he isn’t so sure.

Ever since Loverboy threatened douche’s life, daughter has closed off communication with him. ¬†And he is worried. ¬†I couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

I told him that he needs to grab their relationship by the reins, stop being a friend and start being a dad.  I told him that women who have been abused are more likely to go back, or get into another abusive relationship unless they get help.  Daughter is beautiful, but she has self-esteem issues.  That is another factor in her going back to him.  I explained how they break you, how they convince you that no one else will want you.  I explained it all.  And he sat and listened.

I told Loverboy that he needs to sit down and have a very frank talk with her…a come to Jesus meeting if you will. ¬†I told him to use me as an example if he would like. ¬†He said he just doesn’t feel like she will listen, and was wondering if I could be a part of the conversation, share my story with her.

I really hesitated. ¬†I have only met her for a grand total of two minutes. ¬†I said she would listen to him more than me. ¬†He is her daddy…I’m just the lady who is taking his time. ¬†But I did concede to tell my story if she doesn’t listen to him. ¬†She has also started drinking heavily and blacking out. ¬†This girl is running and hiding from something. ¬†And Loverboy needs to find out what.

Well, that conversationchanged¬†into what is going on with my life. ¬†Loverboy finally asked me if I had some deep dark secret I was not sharing. ¬†I assured him I wasn’t, so I gave him a very minimal background of what I was up against. ¬†A mother-in-law that told me I deserved to get hit. ¬†An entire family denying the abuse. ¬†So many lies to count. ¬†All because I didn’t want to stay home with the kids. ¬†All because I went to school to save lives. ¬†All because I wasn’t from the mid-west. ¬†And yes, those are actually the reasons why all of the abuse happened. ¬†All absolute bull-shit.

Loverboy listened, with his hand on mine. ¬†He said a few times that he didn’t understand the ex’s behavior, and I told him it was a good thing he didn’t. ¬†That if he did understand, I wouldn’t be dating him. ¬†I still didn’t explain the abuse. ¬†Just the aftermath. ¬†I then told him this:

E: You know, I am really hesitant to explain to you everything that has happened. ¬†I am afraid you will leave, and I don’t want you to. ¬†I don’t want the shit my ex is doing to determine this relationship. ¬†The OP got filed after¬†I met you. ¬†I didn’t meet you while I was going through this. ¬†I didn’t want to bring you into this. ¬†I understand this is really heavy. ¬†I understand if you don’t want to keep seeing me. ¬†I understand. ¬†I do.

L: I understand. ¬†I understand you want to see your kids. ¬†And I understand that you feel unsafe and that you needed to do what you did. ¬†But I’m worried for you.

E: Don’t worry. ¬†I’m OK, I am. ¬†I take it as it comes and I keep myself safe.

L: But that doesn’t stop me from worrying. ¬†And if he ever comes after you, I will break his kneecaps.

E: No…please don’t do that. ¬†All you need to do is what you are already doing. ¬†Thank you for listening. ¬†It means a lot. ¬†I know you have so many questions. ¬†And if there is something you really want to know, you can ask. ¬†I will be honest and truthful. ¬†And you won’t like it. ¬†But if you want to know, you can ask.

L: I need to think about that, Esme.

After that convo, we went to bed.  This morning, Loverboy gathered me into his arms and held onto me.  He asked me to please be careful today at my hearing.  He said he was worried about me, and he wishes I would let him go.  He told me to please call him after it was over.

I smiled into his chest, and reiterated that I would be OK. ¬†I told him again that I was, and still am, really nervous to share because I don’t want him to leave. ¬†He kissed my forehead, and told me that his mom will love me. ¬†He also said my ex sounds like an idiot, and my ex’s family lost a great woman. ¬†I really hope he means it.

This WAS NOT a conversation I wanted to have with him. ¬†I don’t want this negative cloud over our heads. ¬†I don’t want my ex to determine the status of this new relationship. ¬†But it went better than I thought it would. ¬†I think talking about his daughter first helped open the lines of communication.

When I told Loverboy about what happened in court today, he asked me if I was still coming over tonight.

I think I found a great guy.  I HOPE I found a great guy.  Time will tell.

Love, Esme

*My case got continued for another two weeks.  I am still protected*

Heard Over The Last Few Days

2 Dec

E: I was worried that having sex was going to change things.
L: What would it change?

L: What do you want for Christmas?
E: Nothing.
L: Nothing?  There must be something.
E: Nope.  If you want to do something for me, we can go somewhere.  But no gifts.
L: Umm…OK?

L: Your hair is curly?
E: Umm…yes. ¬†How have you not noticed?
L: I wasn’t looking at your hair.
E: What were you looking at, my boobs?
L: No silly, your face.

E: Some snarky comment about something L said.
L: Did you just really say that to me?
E: Laughing
L: Well, I guess I met my match.

E: I could kiss you for hours.
L: OK!

It’s all so…gaggy.

I just made that up. ¬†But so far, it’s also awesome.

Love, Esme

Here Is What Happened

1 Dec

So I just got home about an hour ago. ¬†And it is 9:45 in the morning. ¬†Here is what went down…

When I got to Loverboy’s house, I sat down and had a talk with him about my order of protection and my ex. ¬†He sat in silence for a few minutes, and I grew anxious and fidgety. ¬†I wasn’t liking where this was headed. ¬†AT ALL. ¬†He finally spoke:

L: Can I have his number?
E: Whose number?
L: Your ex’s.
E: NO!!
L: I’m not going to call him…while you are here.
E: No. ¬†I don’t want you getting involved, but I wanted to let you know in case something happens while we are out. ¬†I’m sorry I have to tell you this at all, but you have a right to know.
L: I just don’t understand why he is such a dickhead. ¬†You are so nice, why is he like this?

From there we got into a small discussion about abusive individuals, and the behaviors that perpetuate from leaving. ¬†When I didn’t feel like discussing it anymore, I just stopped. ¬†And he respected that. ¬†He held my hand, and told me that if I wanted him to go to court with me to argue for the permanent order later this month, he would take the day off and go with me.

We left for lunch, had a great time, then headed to see a movie. ¬†After the movie, Loverboy asked if I wanted to go get a drink. ¬†I grimaced, and explained that I was stupid enough to wear new heels on our date today, and the balls of my feet were burning. ¬†He laughed, and said that’s what I get for being taller than him, and offered up going back to his place to shoot some pool. ¬†I was game, so we went.

I was sitting on the couch, massaging my poor aching feet, and Loverboy was getting us a couple of drinks. ¬†I heard the garage door, and I froze. ¬†I look over at Loverboy, and he explained his daughter was home (she is 21). ¬†I asked if this was bad, and he said no, not at all. ¬†But I was panicked. ¬†Absolutely panicked. ¬†He came over and sat down next to me as she walked into the house. ¬†He introduced me, and she held out her hand. ¬†She said ‘Esme, it is veeeeerrrrrrryyyyyyyy nice to meet you!’ ¬†I said it was nice to meet her as well. ¬†She then said she has someplace to be, and left the house. ¬†I was so embarrassed. ¬†I felt like a teenager that got caught. ¬†I later found out that he told her to make herself scarce, which made the embarrassment even worse. ¬†What she must think of me…

We played a couple of games of pool, and I found out how much I suck at it. ¬†I won one game because he scratched, but it is a victory none-the-less. ¬†And I talked smack over it. ¬†We were tied 1-1. ¬†He then walked slowly over to me and took the pool cue out of my hand. ¬†Esme, he said, have you ever made love on a pool table? ¬†No, I replied. ¬†I haven’t. ¬†I tilted me head up to his and whispered that I will have to add it to my list. ¬†He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the pool table. ¬†After a very intense make-out session, he grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the table. ¬†Upstairs, he muttered. ¬†We are going upstairs. ¬†I stammered something about needing to play a tie breaking game. ¬†I was suddenly really nervous! ¬†He said later, and he led me up the stairs.

Let’s just say it was really, really great. ¬†Really. ¬†I think my nervousness was evident, so he went nice and slow. ¬†I was nervous because I like this guy. ¬†I do. ¬†And I was nervous that it would change things for the worse. ¬†That was what I exactly DID NOT want. ¬†But I think whenever you introduce sex into a relationship, it always changes it. ¬†But how it changes depends on the people involved.

Afterward, we lay there in a sweaty mess breathing heavy. ¬†He rolled me over on my side and threw his arm over me. ¬†I fell asleep with the biggest smile on my face. ¬†I woke up a lot throughout the night. ¬†I was worried about what the morning would bring. ¬†Loverboy sleeps like the dead. ¬†He doesn’t move. ¬†He doesn’t snore. ¬†He doesn’t steal covers. ¬†He had NO IDEA I was tossing and turning. ¬†I was glad, I didn’t want to wake him up. ¬†I watched him sleep for a while, and finally fell asleep right before his alarm went off for work.

He got up to take a shower, and I got up to get dressed. ¬†Please don’t leave yet, he said. ¬†Once I got dressed I laid back down and closed my eyes. ¬†I woke up when he laid down and snuggled up next to me. ¬†We talked for a few minutes, then headed downstairs. ¬†I watched him putz around the kitchen while I petted Khloe the Dog. ¬†He asked me how I was going to make Christmas cookies with my shoulder being so bad (I had brought it up a couple of dates ago). ¬†I told him I wasn’t going to be able to, and he offered to be my kitchen bitch. ¬†I told him only if he wore the apron…naked. ¬†Loverboy laughed, and agreed. ¬†He then also said that after he did some research, he found out The Nutcracker Ballet was going to be in town in a couple of weeks, and would I be interested in going. ¬†I was speechless. ¬†He actually listened when I talked. ¬†It’s like he took notes. ¬†I nodded my head, I didn’t trust myself to speak. ¬†I put my coat and my scarf on. ¬†I looked at my shoes and sighed…I was not looking forward to putting the torture devices back on. ¬†Loverboy went to the closet and gave me his slippers to wear home so my feet would be more comfortable. ¬†Is this guy for fucking real?? ¬†A mirage, maybe??

He walked me out to my car, and gave me a big hug.  I gave him a kiss on the cheek since I had morning breath.  He remarked that I needed to keep a toothbrush at his place so he could properly kiss me in the morning.  WOW.  I had no response.  He said he would call me later, and I left.

I already got a text this morning that said : Thank you for staying over last night. ¬†I can’t wipe this smile off my face!

That, of course, made me smile.

Neither can I.

Love, Esme

A New Record?

29 Nov

Well ladies…tomorrow will be the sixth night I will spend with Loverboy. ¬†1-2-3-4-5-6. ¬†SIX. ¬†I have never made it to six. ¬†And I definitely have never waited six nights to sleep with someone. ¬†I guess I am really digging this guy, huh?

He texted me today to remind me that we have a date tomorrow night.  As if I could forget.  We are going to see Harold and Kumar, and go to dinner.  And I have NOTHING to wear.  Figures.

But I do have a question for you girls.

Today I had to get an Order of Protection against my ex-husband. ¬†He actually verbally assaulted me as we were leaving the courtroom this last week, and I feel like I was five seconds away from physical danger. ¬†I found a bailiff, and got help. ¬†And that lead me to today, and my new order. ¬†So the question? ¬†Bear with me…

Loverboy knows very little about my ex. ¬†He knows he was not a nice person, but that is it. ¬†And I don’t know how, or if, I should bring it up. ¬†I still attend a domestic violence support group, and I put the question to them. ¬†I got five different responses. ¬†I feel like if I keep quiet, then something happens and he finds out that way, it’s like lying by omission. ¬†But I am also afraid that if I say something, he will run away screaming, which I couldn’t blame.


Love, Esme

Won’t Back Down

28 Nov

I know…it’s been a week! ¬†I am such a skank!

I have been listening to this song A LOT.  Especially while I have been in the midst of a custody battle:

That’s right, you fucking prick.

I’m not going anywhere.

Pull shit on me, and I will fight right back.  I backed down so many times over the course of my marriage.  NO MORE.  And my ex learned that one in court this week.

His lawyer withdrew because my ex is a supreme douche dumpster.  And he told the judge that, as well.  My ex came at me, and I counter acted every fucking argument.

So I am just going to say it.  Courtesy of Eminem.

Damn my dick’s big!! ¬†(metaphorically, of course).

We still have a long battle, but damn if I am not winning skirmish after skirmish.  Without a lawyer.

I fucking rock.

That is all.

Oh…did you come to hear about Loverboy? ¬†I guess I can give you a quick synopsis of what is going on…

We have seen each other several times over the last week and a half. ¬†He came over for a movie after my kids went to bed a couple of times. ¬†We went to the movies last night. ¬†His kisses just make me melt. ¬†I’m talking goosebumps over my body, shivers down my spine. ¬†He knows just where to kiss on my neck to make me puddle. ¬†Loverboy makes me feel like a teenager. ¬†So far we have made out on my couch, his couch, his car, and a movie theater. ¬†And nothing has gone over the PG mark. ¬†He told me last night that he can’t wait to maul me. ¬†I can’t wait, either…damn it will be good…now? ¬†PLEASE??

Loverboy is very respectful of boundaries. ¬†I think he has a better idea of what they are then I do. ¬†It’s refreshing to meet someone who knows how to behave like a gentleman. ¬†I still have no idea how to handle that. ¬†He told me I was beautiful…then didn’t try to fuck me. ¬†He holds my hand when we are walking. ¬†He constantly thanks me for seeing him. ¬†He hugs. ¬†He kisses. ¬†He whispers in my ear. ¬†He kisses me on the cheek and forehead. ¬†He plays with my hair. ¬†It’s all so…nice.

And I have to admit that I am completely giddy.


Love, Esme

No More Convos with Molly…

23 Nov

This happened two days ago:

M: Hey Esme, it’s Molly! ¬†How are things with Loverboy? ¬†(Molly has had more boyfriends in one year then I have had dates in my life. ¬†Normally she is ON when it comes to advice.)
E: Hi Molly! ¬†I think they are going pretty well, considering we won’t see each other until next Sunday.
M: Did he text you today?
E: No. ¬†He had a surprise party for his mom today. ¬†I don’t expect to hear from him.
M: Oooohhh…really? Inhales sharply.
E: What?  What does that mean?!?  MOLLY!!!
M: Well, I think that if he really wanted to, he would text.
E: We aren’t big texters. ¬†I see nothing wrong with this.
M: I’m just saying if he wanted, he would say hi.

Well, fuck me. ¬†I am so not used to this whole good date thing, that I thought maybe she was right. ¬†Maybe he would text if he really wanted. ¬†Maybe he doesn’t see how awesome I am, and he is giving up already because of the 9-day separation.

By midnight, I was laying in bed staring at the ceiling.  I was motherfucking the shit out of Loverboy.

8 in the morning, I got a text:
Hi babe! ¬†The party last night was amazing, my mom was so surprised! ¬†I can’t wait to see you next week, can’t wait to kiss you again!


Love, Esme