Hasta Luego, fucker.
Oh, one more thing that I need to mention today:
Michael and I went out on the town with a group of friends on Saturday night.
He was being weird before we left home, and I suspected that it was going to be a terrible night. But I wanted him and Woody to have a ride home, so I went along. Should have stayed home....
He ended up getting super trashed, threw the remnants of his drink on our friend Shane because he thought it would be funny. Shane totally disagreed, and although Michael apologized, he was pretty pissed about it the whole night. Mike was generally obnoxious as shit and kept wandering off. Another friend ended up taking us on a half-hour walk through the park in order to make him sober up, and that was fun in heels. When we got to the next bar, Mike sat down next to some random floozie and started hitting on her right in fucking front of me. Even after I expressed my extreme displeasure, he didn't stop.
That's the point that Shane told me not to marry him, Becca asked me if he has a drinking problem, Kim said she'd punch him in the nuts, and sweet, soft-spoken, oblivious Rob asked me if everything was alright. When even Rob was aware that things were drastically wrong, I realized that I'd had enough.
I stranded him downtown without a ride home. Just up and left. Because fuck him, that's why.
I guess Rob brought him home, because he was on the couch the next morning. Probably a good idea for him not to try and crawl into bed with me, because at the moment that he would have reached out to get under the covers, he would have pulled back a bloody stump.
We talked, he apologized, I said I forgive him. And I might...someday. But I can't help but feel that he showed some true colors last night, and I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to handle it from here.
Michael and I went out on the town with a group of friends on Saturday night.
He was being weird before we left home, and I suspected that it was going to be a terrible night. But I wanted him and Woody to have a ride home, so I went along. Should have stayed home....
He ended up getting super trashed, threw the remnants of his drink on our friend Shane because he thought it would be funny. Shane totally disagreed, and although Michael apologized, he was pretty pissed about it the whole night. Mike was generally obnoxious as shit and kept wandering off. Another friend ended up taking us on a half-hour walk through the park in order to make him sober up, and that was fun in heels. When we got to the next bar, Mike sat down next to some random floozie and started hitting on her right in fucking front of me. Even after I expressed my extreme displeasure, he didn't stop.
That's the point that Shane told me not to marry him, Becca asked me if he has a drinking problem, Kim said she'd punch him in the nuts, and sweet, soft-spoken, oblivious Rob asked me if everything was alright. When even Rob was aware that things were drastically wrong, I realized that I'd had enough.
I stranded him downtown without a ride home. Just up and left. Because fuck him, that's why.
I guess Rob brought him home, because he was on the couch the next morning. Probably a good idea for him not to try and crawl into bed with me, because at the moment that he would have reached out to get under the covers, he would have pulled back a bloody stump.
We talked, he apologized, I said I forgive him. And I might...someday. But I can't help but feel that he showed some true colors last night, and I'm not exactly sure how I'm going to handle it from here.