I'm not one for putting all my eggs in one basket. I'm a third generator fence straddler. Can't make decisions to save my life. Want someone else to decide everything from where we're going to have dinner to how those jeans look on my ass.
I mean, I don't mince words. Don't get me wrong. If you're a douche bag, I'll very politely tell you so. I mean, I am Southern after all. I'm not going to be a bitch about it, but bless your heart, you're going to know how I feel about you.
But recently? I put all my eggs in one basket with someone. I lay it all on the line. I said, "This is the problem. This is the solution. Your move."
I haven't heard anything since then.
And really, I'm not sure how I feel about that. I'm puzzled by this, because actually? Why should I care?
But actually, I've realized, I do care.
Which is precisely why it sucks. No matter how this goes, someone is going to lose. I don't mind losing, necessarily. I'm a big girl. I can take it.
I just didn't want to lose this time around.