pobrer cita me.
So, I knew it wasn't going to last long.
The inevitable happend today. Both Brian and I showed up at an audition for the King and I. He made snide remarks about my "auditioning" for a lead role, and instead of my getting all indignant, I ran crying. I hate that. I hate that I can't be in the same room with him w/o wanting to cry. I hate that when i see him, I still get feelings I can't describe. I hate that I miss him, when he was nothing but hellish to me. I hate that I can't seem to think of the bad things anymore other than what I've drilled into my head as the 'auto response" for when people ask about him.
I get home, and have a huge nervous break down.
Then after awhile the little girl upstairs lost her kitten and I spent a whole hour trying to help her find it. suddenly i don't feel so bad anymore.
The inevitable happend today. Both Brian and I showed up at an audition for the King and I. He made snide remarks about my "auditioning" for a lead role, and instead of my getting all indignant, I ran crying. I hate that. I hate that I can't be in the same room with him w/o wanting to cry. I hate that when i see him, I still get feelings I can't describe. I hate that I miss him, when he was nothing but hellish to me. I hate that I can't seem to think of the bad things anymore other than what I've drilled into my head as the 'auto response" for when people ask about him.
I get home, and have a huge nervous break down.
Then after awhile the little girl upstairs lost her kitten and I spent a whole hour trying to help her find it. suddenly i don't feel so bad anymore.