shit-faced

She told him about us. She told him about our break-up and ever the gentleman offered his services in helping him move. I'm desperately trying not to get too wrapped up in this. I can't control her life and her friendships but this one hurts. No one knows we broke up. No one knows we're moving out and apart. But now someone does know. He knows. My biggest fear that she'll go to him after we're doing is rearing it's ugly little head. I know I can't control her and I'm trying to accept that and I'm trying to let it go but instead I'm drinking. I've just finished my 3rd beer and I'm ready to go for my 4th. I plan on getting shit-faced tonight. I don't care. I know it's not healthy and I shouldn't drown my feelings but that's all I want to do right now. Before I get wasted I need to finish cooking. Imagine that, I'm such an idiot that I'm making dinner for us only to probably eat alone.

It's over. She's gone. I wonder when I'll accept that he's going to be part of her life. After all, he is her friend whether she wants me to know it or not they share something deeper than friendship. Fuck. I hurt right now. I hurt and want to drink.

resin to the rescue

My inner crack head came out. I diligently and desperately took to cleaning my pipe to get a little bit of resin to smoke. I don't even care. I needed an out. Weed has always been my out. Granted, i didn't smoke weed but I have a buzz going on now thanks to the resin. Me kinda stoned and hopefully will be distracted enough to not think about her outing.

General Fear is kicking my ass. I need to let it go and accept that we laid the rules, I got to play by them and now it's her turn. I have to be pragmatic, objective and detached. Compartmentalization is my thing, right? If nothing else, I'm trying to accept that she deserves at least one date with him. I have to process it. I need to win the war in my head.

M is her friend. They're attracted to each other, they flirt. But she's coming home to me. He's in no place to be in a relationship. She tells me that I'm the only one. I have to see both sides of this. I've wasted my entire Thursday evening worrying about this. It's almost 10pm, fuck that. I want some good time.

The pronoun "I" shows up quite a bit in this post. Selfish? Duh, I'm writing about myself? This is a stoned post. Ha!

*currently listening to The World Has Turned and Left Me Here -Weezer