Splenda Fletcher

You know how some people have Sugar Daddies? Well, I don’t have that. However, the Universe has gifted me a Splenda….Person? And thus begins the tale of Fletcher.

I’ve known Fletcher for 20 years, since high school (does that make me sound really old?? uggghhh), but we only really started communicating again a few years ago when he was living overseas. It started out as texting when we were bored and it become a real friendship in the last couple years. Nothing romantic, just very good friends. Hence the ‘splenda’ since he isn’t getting the ‘sugar’ from me. I’d like to take credit for this, but actually it was Fletcher that coined the term. Darn it.

Anyways, after my moving expenses, delay in getting a paycheck, and apartment deposits, I was flat broke. Like, I had barely scraped by to get into the apartment I’m living in and I seriously had $20 to last for 2 weeks til I got paid. At that point, buying a cup of noodles would be considered a luxury with my budget. I had already borrowed money from my friend so I was just resigned to make it work somehow.

Let it be known, that throughout the last couple years, Fletcher has always sent me small random I-was-drunk-shopping-on-Amazon gifts. Usually it was something I mentioned I needed or wanted. If beer or Jameson was involved at the time I mentioned it, said item would arrive on my doorstep a few days later. One time a year ago while texting, I had complained that I was out of ramen and how I reeeeaaaallllly wanted ramen (clearly, I was drinking wine at this point in time…a lot of wine) and three days later an entire case of ramen unexpectedly showed up at my apartment.

This time though, after learning of my financial plight, Fletcher set up an account for me on the Target app, that allows me to shop for items that I need like food and toiletries, and even clothes for work. I don’t even think he was drunk at the time. He told me to get what I need and he would pay for it, and I could pick it up at the Target near my house. If that wasn’t enough, he also sent me furniture for my room, since all I had at this point was a mattress( a king size mattress that I got for FREE from some guy my sort-of -ex- best -friend was sleeping with. It’s a long story…but hey, I didn’t spend a dime on it!)

Let me tell you how much of a lifesaver that Flectcher is to me. I had always been grateful for all the small random drunk gifts I received but this was something way above what I ever could have imagined. Honestly, I don’t even know how I would have made it the last few weeks (or maybe even years) without him. I am sooooooooo grateful! Thanks, Fletch! You tha real MVP.

It took my dumbass wayyyyy too long to realize that letting go of anxiety, worry and fear is the only way to manifest truly life changing circumstances into your existence. I mean, I know I read that crap in all the books, but it’s like this: you know when you are dating that guy who is an asshole and all your friends see it and try to tell you, and you just don’t get it until you experience it and really go through it yourself? Then when you finally get it you want to slam your head against the wall for being such a freaking moron?

Yep, I dated the shit out of anxiety and fear and now I’m ready to settle down with a nice guy like Law of Attraction. Hopefully LOA is still cool with me having a Splenda Fletcher.