Its gone. Still in my car, I haven't made it to the beach to burn it yet. But at least those terrible things arent in my house still.

H actually initiated contact the other day, usually I have some news for him or something. I think that he might really just want to be friends. Im trying to not get ahead of myself and not try to decide what hes thinking, but it really makes me mad. I want him to make it up to me I guess. I don't want to be his friend. I want to be his wife. I told him that I thought of him as my best friend still, and he reciprocated, told me that I was the best friend he had ever had. Ugh. I just want to shake him.

I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...