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Sequence of events:
Ronnie called last night.
He picked me up at 9:30PM.
We went to the local pub.
We chatted for two hours.
On the way home he held my hand.
I didn't let go.
We sat in his car and talked for a bit outside of my apartment.
He leaned over and kissed me.
And I didn't stop him.
I feel dirty.
Ronnie called last night.
He picked me up at 9:30PM.
We went to the local pub.
We chatted for two hours.
On the way home he held my hand.
I didn't let go.
We sat in his car and talked for a bit outside of my apartment.
He leaned over and kissed me.
And I didn't stop him.
I feel dirty.
What sucks about having to tell J is the TIMING. Christmas is in two weeks. The second that Ronnie kissed me, I knew I was in the shithole. During the first few minutes, the only thing that was running through my head was how I was going to tell J.
I'm already the bad guy here for making out with another guy behind my boyfriend's back. To break the news to him AND break up with him just a few weeks shy of Christmas would make me the devil.
J is an English teacher like myself in Prague. He doesn't have a phone in his apartment, and the only way I can communicate with him is through Skype (an internet phone service) while he's at school. He never has any privacy or even an ample amount of free time to talk during school hours making my task a little harder.
Uggghhhhh and I haven't even mailed his Christmas present yet.
Oh yeah. And breaking up with him will just make his year even shittier. Two words: Hurricane Katrina. He's from New Orleans.
I'm not trying to beat myself up for what I did. I could've avoided this mess if I hadn't fiddle-daddled with my feelings towards John and ended it sooner. But the damage has been done. The damage has been done.
Should I tell him now? Charmaine, I suck at relationships.
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