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I saw G- for the first time in about two weeks last night. I'm working on a "project " with one of his co-workers and needed to pick up some paperwork from the bar. and my mother is in town (the visit went fine, but I wanted a few minutes to myself). I stayed long enough for A beer, and to get caught up with J- regarding the project. I went to the restroom at one point and came back in to find G- behind the bar talking to J-. I picked up the paperwork again and continued to peruse it, trying to figure out how we came possibly meet these requirements in the time allowed. I finished my beer and headed for home. Shortly after arriving, I received this text message:
"I'm sure you fucking hate my fucking guts or perhaps you don't even bother thinking about me. I just wanted to say it was good to see you for a split second even though you wouldn't even glance at me. I had hoped that things could be different but I accept that I'm a complete fucking idiot and you deserve better. I hope you are well and find the happiness you deserve."
I read it, and thought "WTF? You defended your position so emphatically, and now you're a complete fucking idiot?"
I finally replied about an hour and a half later. I said: I don't know how I feel about you, but I suspect "hate your fucking guts" is a little strong. I haven't had time to think about it. And to what end? It is what it is.
Haven't heard anything else, and I'm not sure if I will. I was kind of surprised to hear anything at all after what I said last week. I expected him to still be inarticulate with rage at this point. He baffles me,often. How can a person be such a mystery to themselves?