Life's happening again.
So, my irresponsible, leech of a boyfriend broke up with me because he's not sure if he's codependent on me or not... Ok, to be fair, he's only a leech because I allow him to be. And I would say 'allowed' in the past-tense, but why kid myself with falsehoods? Frankly, I don't see the problem with being codependent on someone who is equally codependent on you, as long as both parties are happy. But apparently he wasn't happy. There's nothing I can do about that. I'm pissed. I feel hurt, angry, used, dirty, etc. We broke up a little over a week ago and he's already bringing Jenni-replacements into the coffee shop that we hang out at. Sorry, correction, the coffee shop I feel I can't hang out at anymore. Because I'm afraid of seeing him sitting with some random slut, doing the same thing we used to do (him chatting with other girls online and me watching him like a faithful little puppy thinking he's doing homework). Or I'm afraid he won't be there at all and then I worry about what tramp, I hope, he's getting herpes from. This is all so STUPID!!! I miss my friends!!! A lot. But I feel like I can't have a good time there worrying about which one of them he's talked to, which ones have seen him bring the applicants for my replacement in.
Now, I have a really amazing guy calling me. One who has a job, a really good one actually, a car, a license, tall, red headed and wonderful, and most importantly, who wants to be with me. But half the time I'm with him, I think about the ex fucking the slut he broke up with me to have sex with. Because I wasn't good enough for his immature, irresponsible, unreliable, stinky ass.
It's almost the full moon. I've had a version of a period for over a week. I have a bladder infection. My store manager got fired. I lost another size. I'm depressed. I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until winter's over.
Now, I have a really amazing guy calling me. One who has a job, a really good one actually, a car, a license, tall, red headed and wonderful, and most importantly, who wants to be with me. But half the time I'm with him, I think about the ex fucking the slut he broke up with me to have sex with. Because I wasn't good enough for his immature, irresponsible, unreliable, stinky ass.
It's almost the full moon. I've had a version of a period for over a week. I have a bladder infection. My store manager got fired. I lost another size. I'm depressed. I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until winter's over.