we'll cry again, and we'll dance again
I've run out of words, so this is going to be short and sweet.
Things are ok. Well not ok, but not crashing down. Mark and I are ok. Mark is still friends with Azaria, but I don't want to be her friend anymore. She said sorry. I apologised for calling her a whore (and nothing more). There were lots of tears, from me anyway. Mark turned it into a huge discussion about how our relationship works and everything that goes along with that, which was good because I was seriously considering stopping all of this because I've just had enough. But I'm not stopping it now. I guess we'll just keep trying, because something has to work out someday right? It can't fall apart every time. He wants to fuck her again, well he'd like to. I said not yet, give me time, so I don't know. That's not the part that bothered me. I guess I'm just one of those broken souls; everything is going to hurt until something goes without troubles. But I am ok now. A little bit of a headache, and quite tired, and really not wanting to go to work tomorrow, but I am ok.
In simple terms: crisis averted.