moving right along
I’ve been feeling confident since I moved into this house by myself. I have a lot of alone time with no fear of getting in someone’s hair if I turn up my music or the television and I can wear my t-shirt and panties on the couch and check email for hours. I mean, ya. Totally worth the expense.
So in my confidence, I tried to approach an old friend who I had a falling out with last year with naive hope. I was thinking, “Maybe she’ll come hang out with Jennifer and I and we’ll have a good time. Maybe we can talk things out. Maybe she misses our friendship.” Uh, not even close. My chatty hello and inviting text message was returned with a relapse of what tore us apart in the first place. I would normally mull over a conversation like this, but this person is notorious for these kinds of confrontations. I let it go as I took Vito out for a walk. It’s just not meant to be between us.
