Long Story Short . . .

Yeah.  I can’t go into everything now, mostly because I’m not sure exactly how loooooooong of an entry this one would become if I went into everthing, and secondly, I’m on something of a time restraint considering I’m typing this while making a really late dinner for when Drew gets back from closing.  (Dinner and dessert.  I’m making cupcakes!)  Thirdly, I’m doing something that concerns Open Diary and I don’t want it to be interrupted before I’m done.

Anyway.  The third thing concerns something I volunteered for Mike.  And a few days ago, we had . . . not quite an argument, but an ever-continuing disagreement over how his little group treated me.  Let’s just say, another revelation came through and this one . . .  Well, it actually explains A LOT.  At least about one particular thing.  Well, the end of the texts were me defending my position and asking how saying something I had was airing anything private because the one we were discussing aired the same things I’d said to numerous other people.  He texts back something about how I’d just proved his point, (that I ‘can’t be trusted with a secret,’) and then says he doesn’t wanna argue, he has to go anyway and make a phone call.  I just texted back, (and yes, sarcasm reigns,) "Yeah, sure I did.  Whatever."

Let’s just say the revalation he told me and the texts afterwards leading up to what I just mentioned above resulted in some Union Beach time, despite the fact that I was absolutely freezing.  But for the first time in a long time, since around the end of May, I felt the need to meander.

Well, the next day, Monday, cuz all that happened Sunday night, Mike texts me in the afternoon, asking me if I was still upset, or however he phrased it.  It gets to me that it dawned on me the only reason he bothered to text me was because a large part of him figured that if he didn’t make nice, I would decide not to go through with what I said I’d do for him.  And if he did think that, it just shows exactly how little he truly thinks I’ve changed in the past few years.

::Sighs::  I don’t know why it matters to me.  I truly don’t.

It shouldn’t.

I have enough here to think/worry about.

Oh, on the Drew front, Sunday night, he was at Keansburg for some reason when I went there to pick up some food.  He was outside with Eric, having a cigarette.  "I thought you were quitting" was the first thing I said to him when I got out of the car.  When I thought about it later, though, I realized that I couldn’t rightly accuse him of full-on going back to smoking.  So, when we were at the apartment that night, I said to him, "So, that cigarette tonight.  Was that your first since the 28th, or no?"  Purposely giving him the benefit of the doubt, especially since I hadn’t smelled any smoke on him except for that day, (obviously,) and possibly the previous one, (Saturday.)

He said it’d been his second one.  Two in two weeks, okay, I’ll give him.  He said it was an especially stressful weekend, so okay.  I mean, considering when he was stressed before, he could go through about half a pack in fifteen minutes, I’m not gonna spazz about two in fourteen days.  Plus, he said yesterday was a bad day, (two drivers, no call, no show,) and I didn’t smell anything on him last night.

Anyway, till later, when I can explain myself more fully.