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Instead of telling me straightforward she made every excuse in the book not to move in with me. Then she moves in with someone else from work.
I took it personally. She figured I was mad at her so she didn't talk to me. We hadn't talked to each other since that incident three months ago until today, I decided to be the bigger person and actually TALK to her.
After that we talked and joked the whole night, and I got her new home number from her. A big sigh of relief for me today. Now I'm on to mend another one.
I hate you right now. You've done everything imaginable to piss me right off, and it seems like nothing you can say or do will ever convince me to talk to you again.
I do still worry about you and hope that everything turns out ok in your life. I don't get it. I was always there for you.
That day you thought you're life had no more of a reason to stay a life, I could've died. I wouldn't sleep until I was convinced you were OK.
Shouldn't that say something? I'm not looking for ways to try to make myself look good, not at all, but I'm just saying. And I'm NOT looking for pity.
And if that ever seemed the case to you, it was never meant to be that way. Unless you're willing to come out and say something, then it was great being your friend.
Great, but too exhausting for me now. Sincerely, Me. Hey everyone, glad to see you could make it. I do have a journal, but I don't write in it as much as I am on the computer, so I figured I'd get a little online one that everyone could read.
It's just something I made up called "Dear Someone. That's how personal it is, only I know who I'm talking about, although some of the time others might have an idea.
Dear Someone v. I think you're amazing. We protest it, each in our way—our futile way, since the more effective is our protest the more surely do we drive away the person whose love we have lost not because of anything we did, but because of who we are.
October 19, at am Contemporary Anxieties , Myths , Pers. When, occasionally—and not by dint of our own efforts but under the pressure of external events—we are forced to see things as they are, we are like naked people in a storm.
And a very conventient one. October 3, at pm Pers. Yet he liked to travel in style and paid a good deal of attention to his clothes….. He was undoubtedly a very self-centered man, and, when sunk in his neurotic periods, would be shut in some inner prison where he was quite beyond communication.
He had gone ahead and bought passages without asking her approval or, so far as I know, consulting her. One evening, at dinner, she rebelled.
She said that she had been traveling with him on his own terms for years, and that there was nothing more in it for her; he simply visited cities, systematically informed himself about their populations, politics and products, inspected their public buildings and looked in on the proceedings of their legislatures, and paid no attention to her.
Through his illnesses, he had made it impossible for her to enjoy, even at home, much social life, and when they were traveling, she had no friends at all.
His way of taking this surprised me: he resorted to forensic eloquence, reproaching her, in a somewhat grandiloquent way, for having allowed him to go to so much trouble and then capriciously destroying his work.
It was as if she had demolished some masterwork, capsized his whole career. I had never before heard him take this line in any situation of private life, and I thought it was due to a conviction of guilt: she had upset a furtive plot.