Oct 13, 2008 16:12
Apparently, Ursula's been telling people that I kicked her out, rather than that she left me for my best friend.
I suppose that if that's what it takes for her to feel better about leaving, I don't mind. I can understand how lying to herself and others would be preferable to actually admitting what she did, especially since she did it under the advice of someone dating a dope fiend, from whom she is continuing to take such relationship advice.
I think she forgets that I have far, far more contacts in that town than she will ever realize. I may not know hardly anybody in Podunkville, but I know half of Springpatch.
No matter, though. She can tell it however she likes. It won't help her in the long run.
She's digging her hole, and there's nothing I can do to stop her except to tell her to put down the shovel. I've tried that several times, now it's up to her. It's not so much that I expect her to climb out of the hole on my side of it, so much as that it's sad to see her keeping on digging deeper.
She'll find out where the hole goes soon enough on her own. I don't have to tell her anymore, even though I tried.