temptess

It is a sad and terrible thing when a relationship is reduced to arguing over who gets the tea...
I would like to believe that we could remain friends, I don't think it is possible. Emotions run high and I have moved on from that hateful, painful time.

I hold my breath until I receive a phone call or SMS to set me free again. I do not see with eyes veiled, my judgement is not clouded. Being manipulated like a mass of clay and not realizing that my form was changing, that is where my vision ceased to serve me.

I hope for a future. For a happy fulfilled future. Am I capable? Am I willing? I wish that there were a manual outlining protocol on how to deal with these things. I don't know what the next move is meant to be. I will just leave again for an extended period of time and pretend that I don't have all of these things to deal with. I am not so sad as disappointed, not so happy as elated.

Enough muck! It's time for a crumpet I think...