Ok, today was kinda weird. Got a phone call from two ex's today. One of which I was really glad to hear from (one who lives in CO, he's havin a rough time...), and one from down here. I was just going to curl up and watch a movie tonight by myself, but the one down here kept pushing to see me. He has a gf and all too, so I figured I'd be fine. I was too. Looked him straight in the eye all night tonight while he talked to me and told me why he hates his life, and I felt nothin. Notta. Not even bad for the guy. Don't you love it when you can officially 100% say "guess what? you're an ass, and I don't care." He wanted me to tell him everything I hate about him. I guess he didn't expect there to be anything, because I did. I told him everything I hate about him. I told him that I hate how he didn't call or text me or anything for three weeks when I first got down here and how I hated the fact that HIS best friend in CO contacted me first just to check up on me. I told him I hate how he has always belittled my accomplishments, my intelligence, and my maturity. I told him I hate how it is NEVER his fault--all the fist fights, verbal fights, and break ups he has. I told him that I hate how he has to try and be in control of people. Finally, I told him I hate how he lies to me...especially about the stupid stuff. He just kinda sat there quietly. He knows that I'm over all of the shit he's done, and that if he continues with it, he's short one hell of a good friend. We left it at that, and said our goodbyes. As he walked to his car, and I to my front door, I had no intention or urge to look back, and I never will again.