Y2 D110

Oh dearest friends, I owe you an apology. A big one. I had an epiphany  yesterday afternoon. I saw things from your perspective. I saw how FUCKING ANNOYING someone who just keeps bitching about the same thing without doing a goddamn thing about it can be to one's patience. Take this as my apology to you all. I hereby decree not to be that way going forward. If I do, you are to call me out on it. Tell me to stop being an H1. I will understand.

What brought this on? She came back in the morning. Assumed I would I be home too which right off the back annoyed the hell out of me. She called as she was coming up the street letting me know. I was half tempted to tell her I wasn't there but my car was on the street and she wouldn't believe that I walked somewhere.

It all went downhill from there. It ended with a big drawn out fight because I couldn't take her any more. Sometime in the middle of the day I gave her a Xanax to shut her the fuck up and she finally passed out around 4. She slept from 4-6 and then I took her home around 7. She started crying on the way home. I knew what she wanted. She wanted me to tell her she could stay with me. I couldn't do it. She's a fucking predator posing as a house pet.

We got to her place and she went out on the patio and started freaking out crying and going off on everything that is wrong. I walked. I had to. I couldn't take it anymore. I have enough fucking drama in my life. She ran down the stairs after me and I drove right by her. Hurt like hell, but I knew I had to do it. When I got home I got texts from her telling me I am a fucking ghost and that all she wanted was a hug. She then went on to tell me how she deleted from Facebook, my emails are now spam, and she is deleting me from her cell.  And that all I accomplished was heartbreak and disenchantment.

So I guess that's it? Three weekends of something. Not sure what. Some decent sex.  Some major drama. Lies, theft, annoyance. I need to now put it behind me. I don't think I will see her again. For once it didn't end because I was a nice guy.

There's the rub. You all say I have empathy or guilt. No, I don't. I actually DON'T give a fuck. Babies don't sleep as well as I did last night.