fuck.
Got a tax return statement for Kim in the mail today, so I induldged myself in the reason to phone him..
He immediately went into a story about his day, and I acted so uninterested and cut him off and said 'do you need this or should I keep it' and he told me he needed it and he'd call me later, he has some things to take care of...
Who cares, he is so easily over it that the thought of enduring his bullshit one more time makes me sick to my stomach. He never really loved me, or at least he doesn't anymore... It hurts, fuck him.
He immediately went into a story about his day, and I acted so uninterested and cut him off and said 'do you need this or should I keep it' and he told me he needed it and he'd call me later, he has some things to take care of...
Who cares, he is so easily over it that the thought of enduring his bullshit one more time makes me sick to my stomach. He never really loved me, or at least he doesn't anymore... It hurts, fuck him.