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I'm like the diabetic who absolutely SHOULD NOT have sugar, but I go and get serving after serving of dessert knowing full well that I'm only hurting myself.
That's how things are with Adam. I just keep going over there. Last night we made awesome shrimp stir-fry that we ate with our own 40 oz Heinikens while watching the extended LotR (fellowship) I've never seen the extended versions. We ate our dinner, finished our forties, and fell asleep in a cute lil ball while watching my favorite movie on the planet.
Then we wake up and for some weird reason, start talking about strippers???? Then we get into it big time, again. I started putting on my coat and he got emotional and started changing the tone in his voice from angry to caring. He told me he cared about me and that he was worried about me. blah blah blah.
It's easy to say those things when you realize you fucked up and may have already lost the person you care about. His friend came over, and I left. On the way home, he called me several times.
Then I got home and took a nap and I woke up with 4 missed call, 3 of which were from him. And a voice mail that stated "I know you are probably still pissed at me about earlier, but I need you to call me back. I found a fucking newborn litter of kittens in my garage and I don't know what to do.
If he hadn't mentioned anything about animals, I wouldnt've called him. But, I did. I told him what he should do and then I got off the phone asap.
Bottom line: This is fucking ridiculous. Especially after everything I told Gypsy and all the guidance. Bleh. Now I have a headache.
That's how things are with Adam. I just keep going over there. Last night we made awesome shrimp stir-fry that we ate with our own 40 oz Heinikens while watching the extended LotR (fellowship) I've never seen the extended versions. We ate our dinner, finished our forties, and fell asleep in a cute lil ball while watching my favorite movie on the planet.
Then we wake up and for some weird reason, start talking about strippers???? Then we get into it big time, again. I started putting on my coat and he got emotional and started changing the tone in his voice from angry to caring. He told me he cared about me and that he was worried about me. blah blah blah.
It's easy to say those things when you realize you fucked up and may have already lost the person you care about. His friend came over, and I left. On the way home, he called me several times.
Then I got home and took a nap and I woke up with 4 missed call, 3 of which were from him. And a voice mail that stated "I know you are probably still pissed at me about earlier, but I need you to call me back. I found a fucking newborn litter of kittens in my garage and I don't know what to do.
If he hadn't mentioned anything about animals, I wouldnt've called him. But, I did. I told him what he should do and then I got off the phone asap.
Bottom line: This is fucking ridiculous. Especially after everything I told Gypsy and all the guidance. Bleh. Now I have a headache.