La Vie Secrèt de Tubzey

Let me rewind my memories.

I broke up with a Russian dude I dated for a few months earlier this year. Then he decided to stalk me by moving into my same apartment and same hallway a month after I broke off things. Crazy right? You would think if you broke up with your significant other that you would move somewhere away from that person. This person does not seem to understand social cues.

In the Spring, I visited my friend in California. He was generous to allow me to stay with him. The only downside was he forgot that his Chinese date was a jealous woman who was pissed I was staying with him, so it was us three at his relative’s home. Quite the company. She tried to sabotage my vacation by controlling the itinerary, but I put a stop to that. I got sick with some flu-like illness, which made it uncomfortable. What a crazy, stressful vacation that was.

I was halfway through my 2nd Bachelor’s degree, but I got stumped with certification courses. After having study issues, I decided to take a break from school. After taking a break, I was notified I lost my financial aid. Unable to continue school due to finances, I grew depressed.

I started a shrimp farm hobby that did not progress well. A stupid drain fly found its way into my apartment and laid eggs in my shrimp aquarium. The eggs hatched into larvae, quickly becoming adults. I luckily killed them all. In the process, I had killed everything in that tank, too. I started over and decided to create a beautiful tank for my Betta fish. Now, it’s thriving beautifully. Crazy hobby experience.

I started dating this tall, lanky, and feminine guy who was a few years younger than me. I thought he was everything that all my previous dates were not, but I was wrong about him, too. He chose his girl best friend, and he broke up with me. I cried just for that day, and I never cried again for him. I realized I was maturing in the way I mourn heartbreak. The man was not for me, and that was okay to me. That’s crazy that I felt okay afterwards about this whole dating experience.

After the breakup, I found myself at church again. I found me again. I took my first boxing classes, and it felt amazing. Expensive but worth it. It is crazy that I get to train with many other professionals. I also donated plasma for the first time, and I get why crackheads donate for the money. It is very easy as long as you’re not afraid of big needles.

As the year ends, I still hold onto the prayer to have peace in my life. Therapy has been so wonderful in walking me through my life’s storms and sunshine.