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He came and got his shit last night.

Oddly enough, it's not really bothering me. It felt good to stand my ground. Even if I was in by midnight, I had fun when I went out last night, instead of standing next to him at some party where I knew pretty much nobody. He'd have probably ignored me fort he most part. He was already being weird with me all day. Apparently he "doesn't do so well with being hung up on" and that was his reason to come pick up his stuff. If he really wants to just throw it all away because of one of his temper tantrums, whatever. The only way he can get me back now is by swallowing his pride, and getting over himself. If not, he can just go have fun with the drama filled hoe patrol. I'd like to think it's not like that, but the past begs to differ. I am trying to have faith in this relationship, but I can't keep going through this every few months. Love. What a cunt.

Good luck with that.