Oh the tangled web we weave when we live with a cheating bastard! Every day I am starting to hate my flat mate more and more. We had one wholly forgettable night of absinthe fueled passion which I was told to keep under wraps as he had a girlfriend. I agreed, putting his indiscretion down to the drink, only to find that he had also been having some on the side with my other flatmate. The slimy little git! It all came to a head on Friday when we had a party and his girlfriend got let in on his dirty little secret. What could I do at this point except hide in my room with my pot and wait for it all to blow over. Unfortunately I forgot to hide my Southern Comfort with me and it was offered to the grieving girlfriend to drown her sorrows in. I understand the drowning was necessary, but with my drink? There seems to be some bitter irony in there somewhere, but it still leaves me with an empty bottle and no money to replace it!
Working has been fun fun fun. Drunks on the Cowgate hurling abuse, telling me how shit my club is and trying to fondle me. I've started hanging out with the enemy simply because they are big burly men and see me as a small and delicate flower who must be protected and defended at all times. No wonder I love men so much, they are just so useful!
I still haven't bumped into my ex, but my luck can only last so long. I just hope, after all the fights and screaming matches, all the bitter words and tears, we can walk past each other in the street and simply act as strangers. The main worry is we are most likely to see each other when I'm working and I hate to think what a big slanging match would do to my employment status! I wish I could tell him how sorry I am for how fucked up things ever got between us, and that I still pray for him and hope he finds all the love and happiness he deserves in his life, but there is no way to convince him that my worlds aren't hollow platitudes and I can't leave myself open to that pain. I miss him sometimes, but he is slowly fading from memory and that is the way it has to be! This new start business is a tough one, but ultimately I now feel that I am on the right road, and just have to walk it.
Working has been fun fun fun. Drunks on the Cowgate hurling abuse, telling me how shit my club is and trying to fondle me. I've started hanging out with the enemy simply because they are big burly men and see me as a small and delicate flower who must be protected and defended at all times. No wonder I love men so much, they are just so useful!
I still haven't bumped into my ex, but my luck can only last so long. I just hope, after all the fights and screaming matches, all the bitter words and tears, we can walk past each other in the street and simply act as strangers. The main worry is we are most likely to see each other when I'm working and I hate to think what a big slanging match would do to my employment status! I wish I could tell him how sorry I am for how fucked up things ever got between us, and that I still pray for him and hope he finds all the love and happiness he deserves in his life, but there is no way to convince him that my worlds aren't hollow platitudes and I can't leave myself open to that pain. I miss him sometimes, but he is slowly fading from memory and that is the way it has to be! This new start business is a tough one, but ultimately I now feel that I am on the right road, and just have to walk it.