we had another dramatic episode this morning, culminating in him walking out the door (hastily packed bag in hand) saying, "well, i hope you two are very happy together." slam.
then he phones 30 minutes later and i answer. he's surprised that i answer and says, "i was just going to leave a nasty voicemail for you." and i said, "well, you've got me on the phone. tell me now." he refused. i told him he had left his scarf and a pair of socks in the room and he said, "OH WELL." then he hung up.
fucking drama queen. i finally feel like i've done everything i could. and i'm 95% glad it's over.
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- The Cocoa Goddess
- Curious but polite, introverted but loves a well-attended get-together, bright but not academically-minded (although I desperately wish I was), observant but never confrontational, old soul that wonders what the next life has in store
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