So why do I write?
M.W.'s fiancee picked out the ugliest ring on planet earth. He felt the necessity to share it with me. (pictures to follow another day) HELL ON EARTH, WHY???? Frankly, as friends go, I think he's making bad decisions while continues to get over what he thought he had with me. Well not me exactly, but the idealized "what I want" that he was finally starting to figure out.
While I could go on for hours analyzing his actions and tell you what I think are mistakes... I'll save all of us from that. Instead suffice it to say that I feel trapped because he keeps sharing the minutest details of his life and the only way to stop it is to break up with him again! (dump his friendship, which is a lot harder to do).
The big problem is that he was my work mentor. So if I truly alienate him to the point where he leaves me alone... I'll be losing a valuable resource. But at the same time... if I never have to look at one of his ugly rings again (Bitch Sally's ring looked like a monkey pooped it out and then dipped it in ugly-syrup), it'll be too soon.
Alas, I complete my thoughts and gather myself, realizing that unless I do just make the final break, I'll never be free.
-Dot, perplexed.
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