Yeah I do that too. I was driving back from PA, and once again begging and pleading to God to pull the stick out of the SG's butt. And then, I asked for permission to just let it go, let him go, at least for a while. I don't want to feel like I have to worry about him. I don't want to think about him. I just wanted to have a break.
Maybe that was it. I don't know, but once I decided it was okay to take a break, and per se not give a flying hoot about him for a bit, it felt really good. I can honestly say at this moment I don't really care what he is going through. I don't want to talk to him, text him, nothing. It still vacillates though. I finally get to a point where I feel rested, and the dum azz calls again.
Methinks I need to stop answering the damned phone.
Im still standin better than I ever did looking like a true survivor feeling like a little kid Im still standin after all this time and Im picking up the pieces of my life without you on my mind..
