I asked him to come back, ya'll. When I weighed the "Life is short" hand against the "Isn't this your old I'm-afraid-of-your-leaving-so-I'm-going-to-cut-it-off-first trick?", I realized what a marvelous idiot I've been. I messed this one up, for real. Worst part? Now all of the stuff that has been returned to me from his house smells just like him.
Stab, torture, wound, pain.
Whatever the outcome, I am still leaving this country. That was happening whether he wanted me to come or not, though I'm not sure he really understood that. I'm not chasing you down, seriously! I'm finally nutting up to live my dream, that's all.
Two small problems with leaving for at least a year: 1. The Cats. My babies! No Host Family is going to let me take them. Where will my children live? Am I a horrible cat-mom? 2. How do you tell your mother that, oh the French guy you thought was going to steal me away to France actually doesn't want to do that at all but, um, I'm totally going anyway. And not completely break her heart.
Really kids - "evolving into what" indeed.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Ain't Too Proud to Beg
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2 comments:
Where ever you run...there you are :( do you really think that moving to another country will heal your brokenness??
Evolving into YOU! :) After my biggest breakup, I moved to Philly, and it was seriously the best thing that ever happened to me.
Hooray for you!
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