So the plot thickens... one part my me is screaming that I should drop this and move on... the part of me that loves puzzles, convoluted machievellian plots, and problems that can't be solved won't put it down. Yay for selective OCD.
Quick summary: Before I went to Japan, me and Meghan spent a weekend at a buddy of mine's cabin out the middle of nowhere. I got up in the middle of the night to water a tree and thought I heard something. Kris, old college roommate of mine and owner of said cabin, was up, talking with Meghan... didn't think anything of it until I started hearing something that sounds like kissing but I couldn't tell WTF it was exactly, as they had thick doors. Well, innocent explanation: his allergies were acting up and he'd been clearing his nose a lot... and you already have the not-so-innocent explanation.
On one hand, I do want to be friends with her; I held her in my arms when she damn near died from what would essentially be insulin overdose (she's diabetic) and because of that I've gotten a *lot* more attached than I normally would... but on the other, the paranoid OCD side is going apeshit bonkers sifting through everything that's been said/done in the last few weeks and finding questionable stuff... if she really has been cheating on me, it'll be a kick in the nuts, but it in the end it'll help me get over this a lot quicker. Sad that it's easier to cut it off completely than to wean a relationship back to friendship.
*sigh*
Quick summary: Before I went to Japan, me and Meghan spent a weekend at a buddy of mine's cabin out the middle of nowhere. I got up in the middle of the night to water a tree and thought I heard something. Kris, old college roommate of mine and owner of said cabin, was up, talking with Meghan... didn't think anything of it until I started hearing something that sounds like kissing but I couldn't tell WTF it was exactly, as they had thick doors. Well, innocent explanation: his allergies were acting up and he'd been clearing his nose a lot... and you already have the not-so-innocent explanation.
On one hand, I do want to be friends with her; I held her in my arms when she damn near died from what would essentially be insulin overdose (she's diabetic) and because of that I've gotten a *lot* more attached than I normally would... but on the other, the paranoid OCD side is going apeshit bonkers sifting through everything that's been said/done in the last few weeks and finding questionable stuff... if she really has been cheating on me, it'll be a kick in the nuts, but it in the end it'll help me get over this a lot quicker. Sad that it's easier to cut it off completely than to wean a relationship back to friendship.
*sigh*