Many problems with having a roommate! I shot myself in the foot on this one and I knew it, somehow thinking that God would look at me with mercy seeing that I was giving mercy to another. Perhaps it worked...I mean, I survived! To his credit, Scott2 was a decent roommate. He never complained and we stayed out of each others' way. I had no personal interaction with him and when I came home from work I pretended he wasn't there. I mumbled things to Gizmo about how to kill him, often saying,"Gizmo...go for the jugular...that big juicy vein in the neck. Once you bite, don't let go...just hang on 'til the screaming stops". It kept things cool with Scott2 knowing that Gizmo could kill him any time.I tried hooking up with a singles group at my local church and even went to a 'speed dating' party. It was fun even though I only liked one lady. The interaction was fun. I knew I needed to move on. I went on a retreat with the singles group to Duck, North Carolina on the February 15, weekend and the only people who showed up were middle-aged women who, each and every one of them were twice my size! The men were pretty old too...it was like going to my family reunion (my cousins are much older than me). They were friendly but I just couldn't stand being cooped up with those people! I kept trying to get away, taking long solo walks in the pouring rain, praying for God to kill me. After that retreat I cut-off communications with my church singles group.
The biggest problem with having a roomate is, with all this emotion swirling around in me, I couldn't write anything! Just the presence of another person made it impossible for me to open up my feelings. I owe most of my sanity to three wonderful women...first Hope, then Paralyn , my old friend from my youth, and then, Angie , my five-year cyber friend. They were my rocks, my sounding boards, and I could tell them anything. Paralyn worked about a mile from me and we'd known each other for so long we could slip into any conversation and I could put my foot in my mouth and she'd let me pull it out. We'd grown closer than ever.