Every good play, musical, movie, book has a great finale. An exclamation point telling you it is time to go home or turn off the light and go to sleep.
Today was The Finale with S. I know, I know - I said that in my July 2nd post. But this time it is real. It is real because I was the one who did it. I told him I can't be his friend. And what did I get in return? A big, hearty "fuck you."
Charming.
But the real question is this - how do I feel? I feel good. I took the appropriate steps to remove something from my life that was crippling me. This was the breakthrough I referred to yesterday. I was finally able to take the steps necessary to stop this cycle.
I'm free. I'm alone. I'm happy.
Take care, dear readers.
3 comments:
you have done it before only to end up texting, e-mailing, and calling me. I give you another chance and now this is my fault.
take care dear readers, kristi is not telling you the truth.
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Good for you!
In her own words:
I am very open with my friends and relatives. To a point. I have always kept something back. I've always put a happy face on something. I've always lied. I lie easily, effortlessly, believably. I'm good at it. That is a terribly sad thing to know about yourself.
I am sorta/kinda dating someone right now. I don't remember ever having lied to him. I'd say never, but like I mentioned - I lie effortlessly. I was on my way to his house the other night. And I had decided I would lay the final piece bare for him. And I was terrified. Mortified. This is actually the piece of my life that is the least telling of my character (at least in my opinion) - my financial situation. But just thinking about it paralyzed me, freaked me out, stressed me out. And yet I was still ready to do it. I want to be fully open, nothing to hide with this person. And this was the final piece.
The way the evening worked out I did not get to it. I think I lost my nerve. I'm sure I lost my nerve.
What would he say if he knew? I mean I've told him enough to know a little bit of it - it's not like I've had a car repossessed or I've been evicted or anything.
I don't know - but this last hurdle will have to be met. Not for him, not for the sorta/kinda relationship but for me.
Take care, dear reader. I'll be working on telling the truth...
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