Sep 05, 2006 08:32
Linda talks to her 'friend who she finds attractive' on the phone around me. She'll try and escape to the bedroom on her cell, but you know, I sleep there too, so I see it and hear it.
It must be SO NICE to be Linda and NOT have a problem with ME talking about women I want to hop into bed with. Or maybe she's also having a difficult time with it, but is hiding it real well. She's good at that.
She admitted that she likes this girl last night. I told her to be careful; she dumped me, and she may be slipping into a relationship without even knowing it. She said she wasn't. And she said I'm hiding my true feelings about the situation by pretending to be concerned.
Hiding? Oh no, sister. I don't hide. NO, I DON'T like it when you talk to that bitch. Especially when you've been 'friends' with her for a while and you've been 'venting' about our relationship woes to her. That pisses me off. I've barely told anything about our relationship to potential women I've been in touch with. Why? It's none of their fucking business. I tell them what they need to know and no more.
What pisses me off the most about this, is that Linda was venting to someone she finds attractive about our relationship woes...instead of talking to ME ABOUT THEM. That's what pisses me off. In fact, I'd consider that a form of cheating. Emotional cheating.
And yes, I AM concerned that she's going to fall in love or hop into bed or just suddenly find herself in a relationship with this person. Linda's said time and time again that she's not emotionally ready to do that all over again...but maybe she lied?
*sigh*
I don't even think too many people reading my fucking journal anymore. There's so much more to tell than just what I've written up here...there's so much going on. But this is it for now. Ask me about the hawt bartender next time.