Talked to the ex today (not the one labeled "lg", but the other one). He doesn't hate me, we're all good. I'm so glad...that was a crazy situation, and I had to get out. But still...I hate for things to end badly, ya know? So I'm glad we're still cool, especially cuz I'm going to see him again in a couple of weeks and I really don't want anyone to get suspicious.
In other news, I always surprise myself when I react strongly to S. It's never really that big of a deal, but this morning I was so mad. How could he possibly have assumed that I wasn't going to call him when I told him last night that we were going to hang out this morning? What a lame. And then instead of admitting that what he did was pretty jerk-faced, he said "we're even now" because "he thought I may have done the same thing to him once" which is not true. Good news, though...I was so mad I folded and put away an entire basket of laundry! (Angry cleaning sprees ftw!) As much as I hate being mad at people, at least productivity ensues.
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