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I'm not gonna lie, I saw it coming. Yet I did it anyways. And this is how it always happens, this is how it always ends. Its not so bad. The perfect picture of him in my mind was the one of him on the weekdays when he was completely sober. But the truth is you can't live two lives and you really can't win the "good girl" when you are the "bad boy", even if its only on the weekends. Reality has this annoying way of bitting you in the ass. :( You may like 10 things about someone, but that one thing you don't like keeps you from progressing with a person. And sorry about being evasive here, but sometimes giving it all away, gives away your dignity as well. Do you know what bugs me about it the most? Its that I walked into this thinking: "I can handle this and when it all goes down in flames I can totally keep control of my emotions and just not have feelings for him ever again". Now I feel like an idiot for investing any emotion at all. ugh! Why do I wish he would call even though I'm glad he hasn't?