Dec 06, 2004 19:21
*** this is pretty backdated, so I probably fucked it up ***
So, after a week of avoiding me like the plague my girlfreind broke up with me. On the way home from work. In the car. With the radio on. Does that seem strange to anyone else?
It was very anti-climatic. I was kinda dissapointed. Well, too in shock at the time to be dissapointed. In hindsight, though...
At the time I considered worst case scenario to be something like I'm kinda interested in someone else, or (at worst) I cheated on you, or something. Kinda of a shock, that's all. We have a fucking kid and a house. Now what? That's really all I can think/say, "OK. Now what?" Kinda fucked up my world. A bit.
So after she and baby left for the evening I went from shock, to very sad, to angry (at anyone who may have known and not told me, and everyone in general), to burying all of that until after Toronto and calling Jesse to get drunk. That's right. Drowned sorrows in bottle. All of that took like 2 minutes, rapid cycling is fucked up.
I'm gonna go get drunk now. I am a sad shocked panda.