I always ask him if he is coming home, but I know he won’t. The last night he slept in this house was weeks ago, December 11th actually. But I always asked. Just to see what he would say, probably. I mean, what did it matter at this point? I’m well aware he has a new girlfriend, one he started seeing before he even ended our relationship. And he’s involved in some other secret BS that he’s not telling me about so really, I don’t know why I ask anymore
Shanni, Amy, and I met up at Outback and they were about to close so we brought the party back to my place since I’m closer. We hung out for a while, discussing the entire situation. I tell you, we are all just extremely confuzzled about everything…nothing makes sense. Nothing…
Anyway, they left after 1 or so and I was just camped out on the couch…
And the door opened.
And that was really weird that he’d come home in the middle of the night…like he was watching his own house and waiting for them to leave. I mean, what the hell. I feel like he is purposely mind-f*king me and I can’t stand this stupidity. It’s really, really dumb.
