charlatan

Well, it has begun. The awful, awful process of moving. I must still find a truck and storage for my things. Can't let them go. What is life without these "things"?

She came home last night and we did not speak nearly at all. She said she is sick and went to sleep in her rrom. I am so sick and tired of her right now I want to vomit on her pillow. I am sick of hearing how she doesn't want things to change. Is there anything more selfish than wishing for this hell on me so she doesn't have to worry about moving on!? Why can't she just grow up and except this. These are her choices, not mine. Therse are her consequences, but I have to deal with them because she refuses to. She wants us to remain friends after we are out of the house. I don't know. I just keep thinking, "Friends don't treat each other the way she treated me." Is that wrong. Did I waste my life on her up until this point? Maybe.

After I move I am going to be gone from here for a while. She is getting the computer so until I buy myself one I will be scarce on the grand ol' net. Take care all of you.