Sorrow is continuing amok. Mr. Wrong and I got back together and now split up again within the course of a week. I cannot stop myself from sending him abusive emails. All the sorrow hurt and rage of the last two years on again, off again relationship seem to be pouring out of me. And he is an avoider, so does not respond to any of them. Leaving me free to be as outraged and insulting as I wish – I know he won’t be able to resist reading them, and he will not retaliate.
Well, what can you reply when someone calls you an a**hole? Unless you insult them back. And he is above that of course.
I need to get it together here. But also – I must ensure he doesn’t call me in two weeks and beg to be ‘friends’. If I insult him enough, this won’t happen.
Voula took me out for a pint to get me away from the computer and phone temptations! I had a very nice apricot wheat beer and some sweet potato fries. A little grease, alcohol and sympathy do help quite a bit.