Coming Clean

I suppose I owe what readers I have left that much.  God . . . in some ways I feel like I’m coming apart.

Before I called him, I was able to at least attempt convincing myself that Mike was this pompous, arrogant ass who was turning into a freakin’ Dan clone.  (Dan’s his brother.  Let’s just say I don’t like him.)

Lol, I didn’t expect to get notes about the fact that I left an entry on a cliffhanger.  Though I should have known. 

Anyway.  Since I called him . . .

I might as well just admit it.  As hard as I’ve been trying to deny it to myself, I really should face it, shouldn’t I?  It’s better to deal with the feelings and move on, or try to, rather than denying it and having it blow up in my face, right?

But of course, this might blow up in my face anyway . . .

::Sighs::  This is so hard to say, because once I admit it and other people read it, I can’t take it back.  I can’t pretend it wasn’t said.

All right.  Here I go.

It starts with one simple question.  What happens when the one you think you love and the one you think you want to be with aren’t the saem person?

I wouldn’t hurt Rob for the world.  And I can’t deny the good that I’ve done him.  But . . .

::Sorry, I hate to cut this off, but I gotta go.  I’ll write the rest of this out tomorrow::