don't you hate it when you had an incredibly healing week in which you felt loved, appreciated, and beautiful,
and you're floating on a cloud for days afterward...
until
your on/off texts you and throws a name calling tantrum because you ate dinner yesterday before he asked if you ate dinner and got mad that you had responsibilities to take care of as in small animals that need to be taken care of. And he didn't text after that so you assumed he ended up doing something else and you were understanding about that too. And then he calls you a crazy bitch.
And then you feel instantly miserable again just like the last time you responded to this person?
6:54 p.m. - 2019-10-01