I apologize in advance for eventual mistakes, indulge me... it's been a rough night
I broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago and I'm still living with him... it's been going quite well considering the situation (I broke up with him and he still loves me... ) but this morning was just the thing i didn't need.
I spent a nice evening with a group of english comedians (remember, I work in a theatre), they were fun and we went for a drink, then for another in a club, we danced, then ended up in their hotel room emptying the minibar... just waiting for the right time to get breakfast. We had breakfast with champagne (it was weird: coffee, croissants, eggs and sausages and champagne!) and then I went home because I was too tired to do anything more than just sleep...
So I get back home and find an ex boyfriend angry at me because I didn't call him to say I was not going home, and he kept on saying mean things to me like I'm a liar (I said I was with a friend, I didn't mention the english comedians... so yeah I'm a liar but it would have been worse if I had told him the truth ) and that I don't care about him at all...
I just ended up crying on my bed, feeling like shit,and he was sitting next to me, trying to confort me... What should have been a great night ended up like some kind of nightmare for me.
And here I am: I haven't slept since then, he's gone to work, I'm hungry, thirsty and hungover. There's nobody at home except my cats (they're taking great care of me), I'm exhausted but I can't sleep.
I just wish there was someone I could call to come over and just be here while I sleep. You know, just to feel some support.
But that's where it's really pissing me off: he chose the week end when there's no one around.