hellabella

What can I say at this point besides I'm glad it was just a handfasting and that I didn't go and sign any fucking papers. Funny how the best-laid plans turn out so shocking in the end sometimes. It's not easy, but I know for the first time ever it wasn't me and he took the coward's way out. Didn't tell me because he didn't want to deal with me being upset face-to-face. So he let a good friend of ours tell me. And as much as it hurts, really, I don't need shit like that in my life. I treat whomever I'm with wonderfully and if someone can't see that, appreciate it, and give me respect in return, he can just go eat shit in hell for all I care. And the friend is here for me, helping me around. No sleep and a fucked up knee makes for clumbsiness beyond what I thought I was capable of. So, I am going to feed the birds, the cats, and the turtles, and then sedate myself and curl up to said friend and plot Jeff's untimely death. Oh fuck, who am I kidding? It's very timely indeed.