Lets sum up the past 5 days shall we.
Tuesday: Opened up a great deal of information to boyfriend about my dad and other suppressed events that had been catching up with me, stressing me out. He handled it well. …
Wednesday: Went over his place to do laundry. Food poisoning hit me and couldn’t leave until the next day. Couldn’t keep anything down between the hours of 8pm and 9am.
Thursday: Come back home around 3pm. He checks on me later.
Friday: Text from him asking if I’m feeling better and what I’m doing around 4:30-5pm Saturday. He’s coming to see me.
Saturday: He dumps me.
No. That’s cool, I mean I realize that you have a lot you’re going through too and you can tell me. But you know, I dropped a bomb on you and you couldn’t handle it.
You failed my test asshole.
This makes me feel better though:
