Over.
E wrote to me an email:
"well, as we were discussing last night, i won't be coming out there. now that i'm able to think without the self-delusional hope that you would somehow come back to me, i just can't afford it. i need the money from the tech editing so that i can feed myself while writing the book and writing kaissa. i also won't be calling you, at least for a while. it's just not in the budget, and i've found that i, as a human being, am too easily prone to think that what i want to happen can happen, even when logic says it cannot. i'll still email from time to time, but that should eventually become less and less frequent(as such things do).
i'll still need you to sign all of the 8453s and 8453Ws. i'll get them boxed up later this week and send them out along with some money to ship them back. also, during the rest of this week i'll be cleaning up the apartment, and i'll put together a big box of your stuff that you left (yes, including the remote controls), and ship that out to you as well. in return i would really like my digital camera back. i can't force you to send it, of course, but i'm making my desire known.
it's a beautiful day today. a perfect day to end the season, and to start a new Time of Cleansing. After work, i go to the post office to pay my taxes, then i'm going to Paddy O's to get completely blitzed. i hope to wake up tomorrow sometime around 1pm or so. that'll be nice. i quit smoking tomorrow. today, i'm making up signs saying "By Not Smoking, You Will Sing Better" to hang around the house. i've already got some patches."
Last night I asked him what he expected of me. He said he didn't expect anything. This was after he informed me he broke off with his sex'n'scrabble partner because, as he said, "there's someone out there I love." Oof.
I think it's finally being laid to rest. I've talked to him, he's doing fine, and now he's moving on as I should.
I think it will be good for me to be alone for awhile, without worry of my past mistakes nor fear of the future.
"well, as we were discussing last night, i won't be coming out there. now that i'm able to think without the self-delusional hope that you would somehow come back to me, i just can't afford it. i need the money from the tech editing so that i can feed myself while writing the book and writing kaissa. i also won't be calling you, at least for a while. it's just not in the budget, and i've found that i, as a human being, am too easily prone to think that what i want to happen can happen, even when logic says it cannot. i'll still email from time to time, but that should eventually become less and less frequent(as such things do).
i'll still need you to sign all of the 8453s and 8453Ws. i'll get them boxed up later this week and send them out along with some money to ship them back. also, during the rest of this week i'll be cleaning up the apartment, and i'll put together a big box of your stuff that you left (yes, including the remote controls), and ship that out to you as well. in return i would really like my digital camera back. i can't force you to send it, of course, but i'm making my desire known.
it's a beautiful day today. a perfect day to end the season, and to start a new Time of Cleansing. After work, i go to the post office to pay my taxes, then i'm going to Paddy O's to get completely blitzed. i hope to wake up tomorrow sometime around 1pm or so. that'll be nice. i quit smoking tomorrow. today, i'm making up signs saying "By Not Smoking, You Will Sing Better" to hang around the house. i've already got some patches."
Last night I asked him what he expected of me. He said he didn't expect anything. This was after he informed me he broke off with his sex'n'scrabble partner because, as he said, "there's someone out there I love." Oof.
I think it's finally being laid to rest. I've talked to him, he's doing fine, and now he's moving on as I should.
I think it will be good for me to be alone for awhile, without worry of my past mistakes nor fear of the future.