So I fell off the wagon and called a couple of psychics last night. I don't even really know what triggered it. Too many days alone, I guess. I got ahold of Aries Intuition (Kisha). She said the guy I asked about would be in contact, I would see him again, but he would never offer a relationship. I asked her if she meant this was the ultimate outcome forever or if this is just what she could see for now. She said her outcomes never changed. I accepted that and asked about a job I applied for and she said I would have a 65% chance of getting it. Hmmm. OK. After that call, I was feeling kind of bummed so I called someone else (anyone else do this? ha ha) and I called Wizardmask because someone said she had gotten a date right. She told me that the guy would start dating another girl, and then told me someone new would come in *eyeroll* and I said, that guy was supposed to show up a year ago. I really don't believe that guy exists. She argued with me (in a nice way) After that call, I started sobbing. I don't know what it was. My own desperateness, I suppose. My own inaiblity to live with the unknown. My conscious acknowledgement that I've been calling psychics pretty regularly for about a year now and nothing (not even what the psychics are telling me) has changed.
Based on pyschic readings, I can tell you that:
My guy will come back and we will be together
we have a very, special, unique connection
He will never offer me a relationship
A new Mr. Wonderful will show up and solve all my problems (he's usually a dark haired businessman, but sometimes he's a social worker type)
(Funny that no one ever saw the bald guy I dated. LOL)
And around and around and around. I am really tired of putting my hope and energy into a man that DOES NOT EXIST. I used to just let readers tell me whatever they saw but from now on, if anyone starts talking about someone in the future I'm going to stop them right there and say, "I don't want to talk about someone who doesn't exist yet." And I hope hope hope that this time, I'm just ready to start trusting what *I* think and deal better with the fact that my life is not exactly as I would like it to be and just trust that somehow, someday, everything is going to be okay.
End rant
By the way, I got an email from Kisha saying that her predictions were only good for about two years out, and she couldn't see past that, so no, her outcome wasn't final. I thought that was interesting back pedaling. I wonder if she wasn't very sure about her reading, or what.