Hey, all. I'm due for a quick update. Have been busy as can be w work, taking care of my mom, writing the book proposal, and going to another writers conference today and tomorrow.
I had some of "Joe's" mail, so I told him I would put it on a chair by the entrance for when he was in the area. He happened to be picking it up exactly at the time I was driving in this evening. I saw him and drove away. Immature, yes, but I didn't want to see him.
Then, a couple of hours later (probably after his tennis match was over) he calls and says he's at my door to drop of the certificate of D, which he forgot to drop off before. I said that it was best to leave it on the chair. He said, "you don't want to see me. Okay." I didn't want to see him! But I felt bad about not opening the door. Oh, well. He didn't feel bad about all the crap he did to me, so I guess I shouldn't feel so bad about this. I'm still growing, still learning...
