Message Received yet Misunderstood

I've been wrangling with my decision to cut my high school sweetheart out of my Facebook "life".   I thought I did it for our own good but wonder if I overreacted.

I hate Facebook.  It's the place many people share too much information and pretend to be people they are not. 

Most of my psychologist/hypnotist friends have given up on me on that website.  My friend list consist of 500+ voodoo priests, wiccans, pagans, reporters, talent scouts and politicians.  I know maybe twenty people from high school who play Farmville with me. 

That's it. 

On a hot July day, after describing to a Wiccan friend of mine how horrible it feels to run into an old flame only to watch him limp off into an abyss, my world got weird. 

My friend said she'd help.  She brought me a pair of earrings that would, allegedly, make me see the truth about any man in my life and destroy the relationships with men interested in me who are not meant for me.  It would accomplish this task within thirty days.

I put them on. 

Within 24 hours, my old flame posted something about his rating system for ex-girlfriends; he rates us based on how happy he is we are out of his life. 

I asked one of my marital therapy friends about it.  He said that men often play those games in order to feel better about themselves.   

Intuitively, I thought it would be good to unfriend my ex because I truly thought another woman was coming on to him by asking what he liked to do and he biffed the opportunity.   He was lonely at the time, so getting out his way so he could date would be a possible remedy for that.

I called him to explain how uncomfortable this made me on Facebook and told him that although I like being his friend, Facebooking is awkward.  I let him know I'd be here if he needed me and that I've prayed for him since I first saw him at fifteen and I'd pray for him until the day I die. 

One down....

One week later I was hanging out with a group of politicians, I tried to buy a cup of coffee and my credit card was declined.  My money was gone. 

I confronted my legal spouse and learned he'd been lying about our finances....still...  With the sole exception of money he put into a private account in his name only, we were broke.

I can't figure out how to have a relationship with someone I can't trust.  I've been struggling with money since. 

And another one bites the dust.  My cell phone soon followed suit.

In September, my cell phone fell into a box of industrial magnets.  It ceased to work.  Since, I could no longer afford it anyway, I transferred the number to a pre-paid phone service once the contract was over. 

Luckily, in October a couple of people found a web store I thought I'd shut down years ago and ordered $200 worth of recordings.  I had spending money and realized a way to bring in an income.  

I bought and received a brand new LG phone in November.  This phone doesn't use a SIM card, so I couldn't save the information on the old one.   

I activated the new phone around Thanksgiving.  I don't know how many calls I missed during that eight week period.

The week of Thanksgiving, I had the flu and spent about three days bedridden with the phone at my side.  There was a text message at one point which read

I'm happy that you are in my life. 

I didn't recognize the number.  It was local.    The last two digits, if I remember, were 29.  I put the phone down and drifted back to sleep. 

When I finally felt well enough to move, I went shopping with my extended family and put in the back of a crowded minivan.  I promised to cook them a belated Thanksgiving dinner.  They didn't want me shopping alone.

On that day, I had my phone in a tiny cloth purse, which I set down into a puddle of a child's orange soda! 

My phone was dripping wet.  I took it apart and set it to try. 

I finally got around to using it last week.  It seems to be working fine now.  The data is gone.  The message was gone. 

I called my friends, retrieved their phone numbers and cannot fathom who would send me such a message; none of my friend's phone numbers or other contacts have numbers which end in 29. 

Weird...

Whoever you are, I'm happy you're in my life, too.  If you have that phone number, you are incredibly special to me.  I don't share my private cell phone number with just anyone.

I did meet a couple of nice men in July.  Two are friends I've known online for years but only met in person recently.   One gives me "the look" but, alas, I like him too much to even think about destroying his faith in women.  After three years of exes, I know my own shortcomings...I'm not about to push my crappy self on any man I adore so much.


Love,

S.

Edit 1/3/11 - I thought I knew who it was...

I was wrong. 

Maybe it was a telemarketer. 

Hmmmm.....