onceweweresilver

Alright, so I didn't calm down after an hour after all. In fact, I haven't calmed down since. I am officially off the calm wagon. Not helped by my fucking ex-girlfriend. We arrange to meet this Sunday at 3pm. She is hamster-sitting so I am going to help her. We arranged this a week ago. I email her today: "Are we still meeting Sunday?". "Yes". "Shall I come round at 3?". "I may be working [editor's note: she works like a bitch. If she has to work she has to work, fine] but I'm going to a friend's soon-to-be-flat between 2 and 3 and it's far away. Pencil me in!".

Fuck you, bitch. There's nothing worse than being casually bumped for someone else. And it's not as if it's the first time she's done it, and we've had this conversation before. At least she normally has the excuse that she's bumping me for her jealously-guarded group of mates who no-one else is allowed to meet in case, like Ruth, they actually get on with them and become part of the group.

But to make plans with me and then just make other plans without even having the courtesy to tell me and rearrange fucks me off big-style.

It has taken all my will-power not to send one of a dozen replies to her. Just the knowledge that it will be counter-productive has stopped me. Sadly I am humanly-incapable of exercising that discipline when I see her so I know this will come up in conversation sooner or later.